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What pisses me off? Hypocrisy, man. Politicians bangin’ on ‘bout morality, then slinkin’ off to escorts after dark. Surprised me first time I read ‘bout it—some MP in the ‘90s, caught with his trousers down, whinin’ ‘bout “stress.” Mate, you ain’t stressed, you’re just horny! Ha! Whores see the real world—grubby, messy, no masks. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark.”—they *live* it, breathe it, own it.

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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.

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