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Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ thru your soul, talkin’ bout somethin’ wild like “whore” in Russian Sign Language. Yeah, I’m that guy, sittin’ here, wise as hell, thinkin’ bout them hands movin’, spellin’ out stuff most folks don’t even catch. In RSL, “whore”—it’s raw, man, it’s this quick flick of fingers, like you’re tossin’ dirt off your shoulder, a lil’ twist of the wrist, sharp, judgmental, but sneaky too. Ain’t no long poem—bam, done. I dig that, tho, ‘cause it’s real, cuts deep like life does.

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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.

Folk tradition returns to Cornish town Padstow for May Day