Author's Note: Salutations, welcome to another installment of Drifters and the repeating preface XD
Luckily we're in the home stretch, so I've only got to worry about a few more of these. And even more luckily, I can now move onto reviews!
An Angry Green Boss: Thanks for the comment boss! Emily in Hell opens up the direction of the story in more ways than one.
As far as a romantic direction goes… I'm honestly not too sure. Contrary to the last two major fics I wrote, I purposely made it so Nester wouldn't have a romantic interest (at least not in the first book). Since a big part of Nester's character is his struggle to form platonic relationships, and his fear that he'll mentally abuse any he's in, he honestly has no desire to even think about romantic ones at the moment.
That's not to say one couldn't happen, it just depends on the development of the character.
In regards to meeting his brother… Well, I will neither confirm nor deny if that will happen. But since Sera subtly revealed it already, I can confirm Lance is still alive on Earth ;)
Gamer of Action 44D: Thank you for the review as well man! (And definitely don't ever feel the need to apologize for providing criticism, without it my writing wouldn't be able to improve! And trust me when I say the constructive feedback you've given has helped this story a ton!)
And yeah, the Gavin and Lance scene definitely had a lot to be improved upon. Since Gavin was the POV of the flashback, I had purposely made Lance come off as more of a jerk. Not because he was one, but more so because Gavin's mind exaggerated him into one to justify all the stuff he was about to say. That being said, I think you're right that Lance's dialogue itself makes him come across as somewhat of an ass, and that wasn't the intention nor something Gavin's POV could morph even as an unreliable narrator.
If I could do the scene again, I think I wouldn't have it be from Gavin's POV. Not only to help portray Lance better, but also because a true third person would kind of fit better from a narrative perspective as well. Since Heaven was showing the scene to the audience, rather than Gavin reliving a moment that already passed.
Unfortunately Gavin/Nester was just a middle class privileged ass, and all the exciting things about his character will come from the exciting new environment he's in rather than his past. That being said, I am super curious about your Gang Violence Nester theory… and while this story is no where near popular enough for fan art, I kind of hope somebody draws a Gangster version of Nester cause I'm curious to see what that looks like XD
Unapologetically, and un-creatively on my part, I wrote the song to Lute's part of 'You didn't Know' XD So that was the best way to read it lol.
And I'll definitely keep Emily's original role in the story in mind! I know right now the main players of Heaven have been a bit… well they have been major assholes. But that's definitely not what everybody in Heaven's like, and even the high Angels of the court were left unnerved by Sera's action… and given what Alastor's been up to, I will say you shouldn't worry about Hell and Heaven coming across as pure good and pure evil.
But you do have a point that Adam and Sera have been kind of coming across as stereotypical villains, and I definitely don't want that to be the case.
Phew, both reviews deserve longer responses, and I can't thank you guys enough for your comments!
But now, without further adieu, besides my traditional apology revolving around any grammatical mistakes that may pop up along the way, I welcome you back too….
Drifters
A Hazbin Hotel Fanfic
Chapter 31:
A Pile of Sin
Ribs reattached to her spine, spine glued back to her head, and her head finally upright, Vaggie was recovering nicely from her string of metaphorical bus hits.
"HOW DARE THEY!"
Too bad the one that came out of the television was turned into a double decker by Charlie's scream.
"HOW ON HELL, HEAVEN, OR EARTH DO THEY THINK THEY HAVE THE AUTHORITY TO DO THIS?!"
Horns out and eyes bloodshot, normally the emergence of Charlie's more demonic state would leave Vaggie in a state of shocked concern. Right now though, with all her concern focused on the all too human doorman on the screen, the security guard was more shocked at the fact her girlfriend hadn't completely obliterated their TV.
Hell, if her shoulders weren't still dislocated, Vaggie herself would have speared it by this point.
Ironically, Nester's presence had been the reason she destroyed the old one. But at least this time, her steel would have been aimed at the literal dick who put the avian in danger.
"Holy shit, what's going on?!" Angel came running down the stairs. Thankfully, the only pint sized demon next to him was Fat Nugget, "Is there another fire?!"
"Not a physical one." Vaggie rasped.
"What do you mean by-" the furred Sinner finally noticed the twin lances atop Hell's princess, "Oh crap, whose shit hit the fan?!"
Despite the actor's ability to read the atmosphere through Charlie's mental breakdown, the mere presence of it only increased his panic.
His eyes morphed into a confused gaze when an unintelligible scream from the owner brought them to the television.
"Gavin's." Vaggie silently mouthed, as the volume of the twin characters rose to match the viewer.
"Gavin?-" four of the spider's eyes scrunched. Before all eight opened wide, when he realized who was casted as the lead, "Oh my God… Nester?"
His question was stated as a noiseless answer. But in a similar silenced horror, the white haired woman nonetheless nodded her confirmation.
In the void between Charlie's primal bellows, Vaggie's and Angel's heartbeats seemed to sync up. As the truth of the moment was beat into them like a drum.
"Aren't you gonna do something?"
The fallen Angel slowly turned her head from the broadcasted signal, to the organic one that had sent out the foolish question.
"… a-about Charlie I mean." In a rare moment, the furred actor grew flustered. Two of his left hands retreated to scratch the back of his head.
Unfortunately for his embarrassment, all Vaggie had to do was twist her body. Where her useless arms whipped another answer across Angel's face.
"Alright, fair enough." he took a deep breath.
And since his discomfort was so potent, even Vaggie understood the actor wasn't thrilled with the fact that a downed guard, a blazed cobra, and a sleeping pit bull made him the most suitable person to deal with Charlie.
"Hey doll face," Angel shuffled forward, and hesitantly attempted to rest a hand on the blonde's shoulder "you know how you always talk about taking deep breaths-"
"GRRRR!"
From the sidelines, Vaggie watched Angel's air be violently shoved back in his lungs. As the six armed Demon had turned Charlie around… only to reveal that her anger had begun to leak foam.
"… whelp," Angel practically teleported next to Vaggie, "I tried my best."
"Really?" The guard deadpanned.
"She's practically rabid, what the fuck do you want me to do?!" Angel, for once, seemed genuine in his need for a defense, "Get mauled into a worse state than you?!"
"Yes-" she hissed back. But immediately regretted the snap. And when Angel raised a set of brows, her lungs deflated in defeat, "No…"
She looked at the screen. Where the problems of the past mounted just as fast as the present.
"I just…" she bit her bottom lips. Unable to take the fact she couldn't fill her own silence.
Between the metaphorical Hell that awaited Nester when he returned to the actual one, Charlie's berserk rage at her most important rule being crossed, and the guard's own literal inability to address either issue, Vaggie was left far more mentally broken than physically injured.
And while time may be cementing her bones back in place, the past continued to shatter her mind into a million dead end paths.
"You don't know what to do." Angel softly nodded his head along with his words.
Vaggie sucked in her lips. Instinctively unable to agree with the taller Demon.
Perhaps it was because of Nester's, or rather Gavin's, plight being broadcast, but when she was still human, the guard had never really been given a choice not to know what to do. The life she had lived didn't tolerate indecision, only billed her its cost.
The tragedy of having to endure such a harsh existence was probably the reason she was granted access to Heaven when she died. And her inability to leave the personality trait in the past was definitely why she was recruited as an Exorcist.
Unfortunately, all that job ever did was place her amongst similarly minded people. Whose individualistic sense of justice, was slowly mutated into a hive mind that enforced control.
One that she was cut away from… the last time she had faced a moment like this.
"Which is, you know, fine by the way." Angel said.
His forced venture into the realm known as maturity showed him that Vaggie's silence wasn't a product of her unwillingness to talk. But rather a confirmation that his statement was getting her to think too much.
"Hell, I never know what to do." The actor tried to shift his indifferent shrug into a smile, "And all the times I think I do, I fuck up anyway. Not that I need to tell you about my temper tantrums…"
The actor wasn't exactly graceful in providing comfort. But then again, Vaggie wasn't exactly good at receiving it.
"Or tell you how beneficial it is to give somebody time to cool off after a tough day." He tried to continue.
Unfortunately, when he motioned to the red dotted banshee, the brunette on the TV caused her to erupt. With the volcano going on about, 'picking a person's worst moments', just as Gavin began to assault his brother with weaponized guilt.
"… and if that tough day hasn't ended?" Vaggie slumped her despair into the couch.
Angel's eyes frantically found the clicker when the TV forced him to come up with new points.
"Well, in this case we can just pause the problem-" his eyes then dilated. When Charlie stopped his gesture towards the remote with a snarl, "… or not. Geeze, so much for being the obvious bottom-"
"Heaven has made it all but official that they don't care about our cause, and half of Nester's real name just got revealed to Hell." Vaggie moaned, as Angel flinched at the assistance he provided, "Turning off the TV won't hide the stress, just delay the fuel being dumped on the fire."
"… okay, well, for the lobby's sake let's try a controlled burn." Angel crossed his arms, both annoyed at himself and the situation, "After all, shits bad enough as it is. Can you honestly say you want to know that 'Guess that Gavin' is the top trending post right now?"
Vaggie's eyes widened. A fact Angel was blissfully ignorant too as he looked to his phone to prove his slip up. Only for the text on it to trip him into another one.
"Or," the actor scoffed in disgust at what he read, "that my boss is already asking me to request Feather's for some twincest-"
The appalled demon finally stopped. If only because Vaggie could see her own dropped jaw in his vast array of pupils.
"Obviously…" Angel sucked in his lips just to hiss them out, "obviously you would not."
"… no, no I didn't." Vaggie mouthed her correction.
"Sorry…" a testament to his effort, the furred actor didn't try to fight off his apology, "The universe is not making things easy for me right now-"
The Hazbin Hotel may have been the one place in existence the devil didn't show up when his name was called. But when Angel's point was swatted away by Nester's hand, the following explosion from their speakers proved Murphy never missed his mark.
"Or fair!" the spider needed two sets of arms to pinch the bridge of his nose, "I mean for God's sake, no wonder Alastor hates those boxed Gremlins!"
With her eye filling up her entire face, Vaggie easily saw the vexed finger Angel sent the television's way.
"It's like this little fucker wants me to be the most miserable person in existence-" The actor paused when he saw the TV display the tormented pupils of Nester's brother's reflect the would be avian's fucked ribcage, "Well, to make me the most miserable person in Hell-"
"THAT BASTARD!" Charlie cut the furred man off when the video cut back to the live broadcast of the trial… and Adam's following interpretation of what Nester's death meant.
"Alright, fine!" Angel moaned his hands up in defeat, much like how Charlie's arms raised the television above her head, "To make me almost as miserable as it's making everybody else!"
If nothing else, Vaggie was distracted by the TV's ability to make Angel the most annoyed person in creation.
"You know you could have avoided all that by just saying 'us' right?" The guard's eyebrow couldn't stop itself from propping up the point.
"Fuck off," the actor spat, "I'm doing this for you bitch."
"I know," while she didn't smile, the actor's antics did allow Vaggie to reset with a deep inhale, "thanks for…"
"Trying?" The actor sorrowfully huffed. As the trickling nature of their conversation only shed more light on the one sided lecture going on in Charlie's hands.
"For reminding me this place was built for people willing to do just that." The gray hued woman gritted her teeth along with her nerves.
Angel had hardly said the right things. But unlike the hypocrites on the screen, he at least acknowledged his failure was something to be worked upon, not idolized as a success.
Hell, the fact Vaggie just witnessed him fail more successfully, was proof Adam's case was a sham.
Yes, the disaster that was the trial was still ongoing. Yes, her old Commander and Lieutenant had once again left her wingless in a shitstorm. And yes, the one person who could be counted on to see the light at the end of this hopeless tunnel was currently threatening people a universe away.
… but if Angel of all people could make the effort to address a problem before it concluded, then as Hazbin's manager, who was Vaggie to do any less.
"Charlie." the white haired woman tried. And, much to the spider Sinner's confused eyebrow, failed to reach her partner.
But that was okay.
"Charlie!" she stated with more force.
This go around, the ump harshly declared her strike. As the blonde's snap at the TV rang out in disbelief.
"Charlie!" Vaggie commanded.
"What?!" and with the third time's charm, Charlie's rage had been caught. A victory that the gray hued spear wielder would forever remember by the sound of Angel slowly inching himself away from the blast zone, "Can't you see what they're doing Vaggie?!"
"All I can do is see it." Vaggie's broken position on the couch proved her point. When her fractured leg kicked itself into a compound splint, "Which means I know more than anybody that things are only going to get worse from here on out."
"You're telling me! Heaven's about to damn every soul in Hell, under the notion people are born irredeemable!" The blonde's frustration grasped her bangs. Remarkably, if only to piss off Angel further, neither the program nor the TV so much as buffered upon striking the ground, "Which means that, not only is the Extermination unavoidable, everyone from now until the end of time just got sentenced as well! All that's a catastrophe as is, and I haven't even gotten to what they did to Nester!"
Vaggie remained stone faced throughout her partner's rant. Taking it all in, as Charlie's livid decrees morphed into rasped inhales.
"The most traumatic moment of his life just got used as evidence for his own inherent 'evil'." the owner's quotation marks hiccuped, "I promised every Sinner that came in here they'd never have to tell anyone their worst mistake! Now I've got to tell Nest his has just been announced to all of Hell… along with half the keys to his soul!"
Vaggie witnessed Charlie's body quite literally wrack with anxiety.
"How am I supposed to tell him that?!" The heiress's yell left her body the last remnants of her true fear's shell, "How am I supposed to tell Hell I've failed… when everybody in it already knows?"
The final bits of Charlie's anger washed over the room a quiet hurricane. It wasn't as loud as the false front that preceded it, but the fallout of its power was far more impactful.
"I…" Vaggie began. Only ready to continue when Angel's head slowly rose out of his makeshift tornado bunker, "honestly don't know."
As she found the strength needed to address the issue by his willingness to fail.
"But that just means our first step's to find the solution's direction." and invoking post hoc on her behalf, even found hope from the TV. As the first one to argue against a verdict set in stone, came from the side that had won.
"Soooo…" Angel tried to lead Vaggie forward. In the hopes that when he officially handed her back the baton, she'd run it home.
"So let's start looking at the problems we need to address." the security guard began, "The first one is finding out how many we're gonna have."
She motioned to the court drama turned musical.
"Since my legs still need a couple minutes, I can handle that research." she dropped her head and arrow towards the television, "Although, if somebody wants to raise the data back to eye level, that'd be great."
With Charlie rubbing her arm embarrassed, it was up to Angel to use six of his to heft the new aged rock opera back onto the stage.
"Now, while I'm taking notes on how the situation's evolving, you need to inform your dad what's going on… if he doesn't already know."
"H-how…" her girlfriend stuttered. While Charlie's relationship with her father may have started healing, it wasn't like it could be mended overnight, "how will that help?"
"I don't know." Vaggie repeated, and for a moment Angel tensed up. No doubt thinking his green light for her to use that answer had been interpreted liberally, "But even if he doesn't know the rules for Heaven, or why Hell was created, he has observed the magic of the latter since the matter's creation. If, worst case scenario, Nester's last name is slipped or somebody does guess it, he's the best mental library we've got to see if there's anything we can do to help our doorman."
"I…" Charlie hesitated. Unsure if Vaggie's idea was a good one. Which was fine by the guard. After all, she was just throwing things out there, "I guess that makes sense… I'll give him a call."
The true aim was to get them all active and moving. Something Charlie kind of accomplished mentally when she pulled out her phone. And physically when she walked off to use it in another room.
"Guess you want me to leave so you can view the train wreck undisturbed-" Angel groaned as he set the TV back into place. Only, his muscles' huff of relief was quickly interrupted.
"No, I want you to leave the room to make sure Charlie doesn't relapse when she explains all this shit to her dad." Vaggie…well, she still couldn't smirk. But with Angel's head nearly bending backwards to the floor, the actor had managed to produce a grin from her tone.
"Give-'em an inch, and they'll take the whole damn yard."
The stick figure of a Demon trailed Charlie out the room. But muttered his final remarks just loud enough for Vaggie to hear.
Despite the negative connotation, she viewed his actions better than his words. And staring straight ahead, she braced for the future's worst.
XxxxxxX
The future presented itself to Amp a prize. A much needed one if the punishment of the past, and the pain of the present, were anything to go off of.
Now that those trials were over though, the cloaked Exorcist knew she didn't have time to complain about the scenic path her gift horse had taken.
With the Princess of the Damned departing with her willow grass built abomination of a… servant? The battered Vaggie finally laid a target on the couch.
One that had already been crippled by, what Amp would credit as, Adam's unintentional strike from the courtroom.
Right now Lute and her Commander were finishing off the ideological idiot's, and the three Sinners, pointless pleas to Sera.
For their sake, and all of Heaven's, she owed it to them to strike down the final nail of this threat in silence.
'And this time,' the Watcher thought as she slowly tore off two pieces of fabric from her sleeve, 'there will be no Hellborn hor to save you.'
Taking the stitch work, Amp placed the material on the inner frame of the window. Sliding it a layer atop the wood, Amp's eyes shined like lasers onto her target's back. Not wanting the TV that made her actions possible to blow her mission, she used another piece of her cloak to mask the interior light reflected off her portal.
And with the outfit dampening the noise and sight of her approach, Amp slowly but surely pried the window upwards one cautious centimeter at a time.
While angered gasps did squeak their way through, by the time the Exorcist had the panel opened, all of them were coming from Emily's ignorance.
As far as Vaggie went, the fallen woman couldn't even feel the breeze Amp had blocked. Let alone catch sight of the scabbard the warrior slipped through the Hotel's defense.
'The loss of your eye has made you blind in more ways than one.' Despite her prey's obliviousness to the intruder in her nest, Amp dared not unsheathe her dagger just yet.
Suicidal bravery would dictate she do so in this very moment. And regardless of her own safety, other Exorcists may even think Amp was a coward for not running up to ram the blade into Vaggie's back.
But such an action, while effective in its immediate result, would only provide Hell with two long term insurance packages.
Now, scuttling from window to barstool, Amp did no more than grasp the handle of her small blade made red pen. Not even daring to draw it till all the pieces in her mind showcased the exact moment and space the silver steel needed to sing.
Her former sister's body broken, and her intact mind focused on the desecration emitted from the TV, Vaggie presented the Watcher no shortage of pristine opportunities.
'A testament to your inert failures.' Her mind echoed the point Adam sang on screen. Using her Commander's logic to briefly mask the fear she had over whether the wingless Angel's betrayal was an anomaly that could infect her.
Amp's thoughts were far less fixated on the trail then Vaggie's. But crouched as a lioness, she gladly used any wayward piece of context she could to keep her heart pumping oil instead of blood.
Ring.
She used the distant vibration of the two meerkats that could ruin her ambush as thunder, to cover the lightning of her feet.
'You've always been one to hold back.'
All while her thoughts outpaced the memories of Vaggie's legendary swiftness that rivaled Lute's.
Ring.
In the space between sound waves, Amp traversed through the open plain to disguise herself behind the bristled staircase.
'You've always been weak.'
As her mind sought to use her Lieutenant's vocal as cover. To hide from the fact she could not recall a single time she or any of her other sisters had bested Vaggie in a spar.
Ring.
Her cloth fanning behind her in place of the wings she holstered, the Exorcist all but sailed herself a bishop next to the fireplace.
'You were destined for this betrayal.'
Amp's soul tried to glue itself to the ashen granite. To blind her from the final stride that separated her strike from her quarry.
Ring.
Her calm exhale trapped in the future, Amp's arm unsheathed her silver steel with the energy of her last breath bound to the present.
'Just as I was destined to put an end to this treachery.'
And much like Sera's final decree to the damned Sinners, Amp's mind drove her justice forward uninterrupted.
Adrenaline slowed down her vision, yet ensured the flow of her strike would be quick.
Within one step, her dagger was raised towards the Heaven it came from. Within two, Amp's eyes had the nape of her prey's neck marked with an 'X'. And within three, the Exorcist had arrived behind the futon.
And with Vaggie none the wiser, the Angel's neurons brought down her sister's final sentence.
Bones still broken, muscles still ripped, and eye still distracted, the only defense the guard had left was time.
And while it began to play tricks on Amp's mind, causing her to go through this moment a painting rather than a stamp, it could not stop her.
For all her muscles had to do now, was cross a point of no return her hesitation couldn't follow. And with her knuckles fast approaching the hairs of Vaggie's neck, that checkered line would be reached soon enough.
And then nothing would be able to save Amp's fallen sister. Not Hell's princess. Not the swept away defense they sent to Heaven. Not the naive Seraph who bled guilt till the program crashed. And certainly not Vaggie, if the broken image reflected on the TV was anything to go-
'Oh Shit.'
"OH SHIT!"
The finish line was violently ripped away as the two former sisters echoed one another's thoughts and screams.
In a vain effort to speed up her attack, Amp jumped all her weight atop it.
Unfortunately, not having any other option, her prey had already shifted all its to the side.
Tripping on her own cardinal sin, Amp's strike tumbled head over heels through Vaggie's white mane like a bull through a red banner.
Trying to stumble to her feet as quickly as possible, the slowness of the situation was lost.
"GUYS WE'VE GOT INTRUDERS-" within a blink of an eye, Vaggie called for the sets of feet on their way. And by the time Amp could even think about setting up another thrust, her former sister's pupil went wide recalling she was the mysterious being from the bar… then the black saucer popped itself into a dot when she saw that mystery paled in comparison to the facts presented in the Exorcist's palm, "TROUBLE! WE'VE GOT FUCKING TROUBLE!"
Vaggie's face fell when her screeched warning only caused the approaching rumble to thunder.
"Shit! Just who the Hell are you-" the downed Angel began heaving herself away from Amp. "Fuck!"
Unfortunately for her, the only response the Exorcist gave was another lunge forward.
Dagger at the front, the Watcher's dive towards Vaggie was turned into a crash when the flailing fish whipped her injured arms into Amp's.
"Argh!" despite her success in swatting away a permanent pain, Vaggie screeched as Amp's weight unglued her bones, "Son of a bitch-"
With chaos firmly aiding the long haired woman, Amp shattered her fallen sister's noise with a headbutt to create any advantage she could.
Vaggie was quick to turn her scream into one as well. As Amp soon found her canines stained with the blood of her lips when the traitor's open mouth clamped down on her wrist.
"Grrr!" Amp's jaw locked her yelp away at the same speed Vaggie's teeth locked her hand's joint.
Weapon momentarily out of commission, the Watcher violently brought the arm holding it up and down. Repeatedly slamming the unwanted traveler's skull into the tile along with it.
Presented with a true animalistic instinct to survive though, Vaggie's fangs and molars dug deeper into Amp's tendon. Ripping and tearing the Exorcist's cowl in the process.
Running out of time, Amp switched up her strategy.
"Let!" and whether the shouts in her mind leaked out her mouth or not, the Watcher uttered each word in tune with every strike her free hand fisted into Vaggie's temple, "Me! Fucking! GO!"
The injured trophy defiantly shook her head to roll with the punches. Causing Amp to grow more and more furious that a wretched leach was doing more damage to her disguise than she was to its grip.
"You shit eating traitor!" Amp roared when she had enough. And grasping the handle of the trapped blade, she used her good hand to wretch it from the stone prison of her, worsening, bad one. Drenched in a new coat of golden ichor, the silver steel scarred the rock it exited, "Just lay down and die already!"
Amp's own blood dripped into Vaggie a blindness. And ready for her second take at the hit, the Exorcist raised her blade to the heavens once more. Its divine gale even seemed to flick her hair forward.
"Argh!"
"Ahhh!"
"Shiiiitt!"
"Fuuucck!"
"Eeeppp!"
Only for her war cry to be lost within a hurricane of competing screams. As the storm behind them entered the third dimension.
Vaggie's savior came in the form of time's twin space. Or, more accurately, the sudden lack of it. As four living battering rams struck Amp's blind side rapid fire.
Black, brown, and white dots of various textures turned the silver the Angel wielded into a shooting star.
And before she could even realize it was gone, let alone retrieve it, the angelic being found herself buried beneath a pile of sin.
"Oh my God!"
And if matters weren't hectic enough already, two more abominations slid themselves to the sideline just as the collision settled.
With the blonde ref being the first to reset the chaos of the night when the whistle in her hand finally stopped blowing.
"Vaggie?!"
"Charlie?"
"Lucifer?"
"Husk?"
"Man hor?"
The strobe-like effect of the verbal shouts hitting the Exorcist was worse than any flash bang she had constructed in Heaven. To the point that she cared little for the actual names being said.
"Velvette?!"
That was, until a familiar yelp of disappointed shock cracked the Angel's pupils.
"Emily?!" The Exorcist shouted through the pile. Anger immediately filled her voice when the Seraph's two eyes stared into hers with a bewildered third.
"Sergeant Amp?" the star freckled being cocked her head, and herself, off the pile.
Which allowed the single pupil of the next question to reflect the unmasked answer.
"Wait a second…" within the widened gasp of Vaggie's eye, the Exorcist's shrunk in defeat, "Private Amsterdam?"
XxxxxxX
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