If I have understood correctly, the travel industry will no longer be allowed to advertise in the public space of The Hague as of January 1, 2025. In other words: no happy holidaying families at the bus shelters of the tram stops there. Something with clean air on site and other regency patronizing. Fortunately, there is now extra space left for online casino commercials that completely destroy the necessary families bit by bit. Or cool clothing brands that import cotton from semi-slave states for next to nothing. By plane? By cargo ship? Well, not by electric bike. You get the idea. But what exactly is the reason for this woke decision in the city of the headquarters of Shell Netherlands Now you are lucky, I still visit The Hague every now and then. In fact, I was born in Scheveningen, a stone’s throw from the sea. So to come to a conclusive answer about what’s really going on in the Hofstad, I like to eat a ball of minced meat at Dungelmann, where they are tastier than anywhere else in the world. So I met up with my old buddy Tonnie ‘t Shaggie and asked him what’s going around in The Hague about this strange decision.
‘Kèk, ut zal heil De Haah wogst be wie d’er shows his posters bè de trem. We’re going on a chance anyway. Kèk, we have Scheiveninge so we don’t have to do anything, but with this pleuâhrisweâh we still like to go to the countryside to eat erreges andâhs un krauketsje. For Ado we don’t want to be able to do so. And we worked there for it. Nâh yes, the hageneze then, nie de hagenaahs. And daah leg ut praubleim. Those idiots don’t want to see any advertisements for ordinary people from their expensive houses, villas and embassies. Imagine, then the service will soon be stuck in traffic jams at Schiphol. That sweet little thing unruffled in the meadow kamâh she flies very drowsy very much, although she often says no. To appease their antlers, they offered us the last offer. They compensated for their very fleeing doâh measure to not let others go. The New Left thinks so. Let them then auk maah the namen The Hague of Rottâhdam Èâhpogt afhale, slaan anyway nerreges op. Let them get nervous with their sticky plahs. Maah I mot gan. There comes a fax from Darremstad.
Clear story of a real Hagenees. High on the legs, thin in the feathers and a large mouth. World guy.
