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About Amsterdam

Alright, y’all, listen up! Git-R-Done! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, and lemme tell ya, it’s a wild ride. Been an operator, y’know, workin’ them lines, and I seen some stuff. Whores ain’t just what ya think—nah, it’s deeper, like that ol’ desert in *No Country for Old Men*. “You can’t stop what’s comin’,” like Anton said, and whores? They keep rollin’ in, don’t they?

Oss Escort

When America entered the war in late you signed up for intelligence work and in the Office of Strategic Services (OSS) recruited you as a spy.

After a bit of tinkering, we get it going. I’m finally blasting away, and it feels good. The grit flying everywhere, the sound of the machine—it’s like music to my ears. But then, outta nowhere, I get a face full of sand. I’m talkin’ like I just walked into a sandstorm. I’m spitting out grit, and Jan’s laughing so hard he almost drops his gear. “Welcome to the club, man!” he yells. Yeah, thanks, Jan. Real supportive.

Folk tradition returns to Cornish town Padstow for May Day