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About The Hague

Man, lemme tell ya ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, motherfucker! Shit’s wild out there, like some damn jungle vibe from *Tropical Malady*. You’re cruisin’ the streets, eyes peeled, heart pumpin’—WHERE SHE AT? I’m talkin’ dark corners, neon lights flickerin’ like some freaky-ass dream. “The forest swallows you whole,” like that movie line, right? That’s the vibe—mysterious, fucked-up energy pullin’ you in.

Dappermarkt

Markets that are both old and colorful, where diverse products are on display and more than 10 languages are spoken in one place. One of those markets is the Dappermarkt, located in the Missing: prostitute.

First off, I’m running late. Like, classic me. I spill coffee all over my favorite shirt. Ugh! It’s a Monday, and I’m already feeling the Monday blues. I rush out, dodging cyclists on the Wibautstraat. Those guys are like ninjas, I swear. One almost took me out!

Amsterdam police object to civilians observing stop-and-search trial