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Little-known fact, mate—first smokejumpers, back in ‘39, were nutters testin’ parachutes on the sly. No trainin’, just vibes! Dropped into Washington wildfires, half drunk prob’ly—my kinda people. Makes me happy, thinkin’ bout those loons. Pisses me off, tho, when folks call us glory hounds. Nah, we’re out there sweatin’, bleedin’, while they’re sippin’ lattes. Surprised me, honestly, how few know our gig—less than 500 of us in the States, y’know?

Over Doornsteeg fase 3

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I hit up the main drag, and there’s this café called De Doornsteegse Droom. Sounds fancy, right? I’m thinking, “I’ll grab a coffee, chill for a sec.” But nah, the line is like a mile long. I’m standing there, tapping my foot, getting angrier by the second. I mean, c’mon, it’s just coffee!