It is no coincidence John Vaughan titled his CD, Postcards From The Road. Born the son of a U.S. Army officer from Philadelphia and a mother from New York City in 1951, John has virtually spent his entire life `on the road´. By the time Elvis Presley released Love Me Tender in 1957, John had lived in Europe, the United States and Asia. He had also crossed the Atlantic Ocean once and the Pacific Ocean twice on troop ships. Along the way his parents introduced him to the music of Frank Sinatra, Errol Garner, Eartha Kitt, and other jazz greats. His musical appreciation widened further when his sister spun Elvis, Everly Brothers and Kingston Trio records. By the time he was in high school he was into The Beatles, Bob Dylan and Donovan and was already playing guitar, singing and writing.

In the summer of 1969 eighteen year old John Vaughan found himself in London, England. "Every time I hear The Boxer by Simon and Garfunkel it’s THAT summer again and I’ve just left home, amazing!". John started playing any small gig he could to pay the rent. Then it was Paris, Amsterdam, Ibiza, Morocco and Spain, where he was contracted to write a song promoting an area of Madrid for the Spanish Tourist Board. After arriving in Munich, Germany he was signed to Warner Brothers Records by producer Michael Kunze, who was also producing the German star Peter Maffay. A cover version of Mr. Bojangles was released as a single. Shortly thereafter he was given the chance to show his skills as an entertainer when he was offered the role of Simon Zelot in the rock musical Jesus Christ Superstar. It was with the show that John first came to Berlin and performed at the world famous Deutschlandhalle in 1972. As part of the cast John recorded the Jesus Christ Superstar LP for Decca Records in Cologne but the tour ended in Berlin and John stayed in town. He would not have left if you had paid him!

Around the world Berlin has always been synonymous with decadent nights, political intrigue, military tensions, sexual permissiveness and strange walks of life. A perfect environment for artists like David Bowie, Iggy Pop … and John Vaughan. The city’s music scene during this vibrant period lived up to Berlin’s famous reputation in everyway. A musician could play more gigs in a year than there were nights …and John did !

Among the artists from all corners of the globe performing in Berlin were a group of American and English singers, songwriters and musicians who became known as the `Hagelbergers´. The name originated from the address where they lived, the legendary Hagelberger Strasse 14, located in the working class district of Kreuzberg. John is one of ist founding members. Many years later, in 1996, the lives, times and music of these young, brash Cold War 1970’s West Berlin musicians were beautifully documented in a CD with accompanying booklet that John and other Hagelbergers recorded and wrote together. Titled Hagelberger Street - Americans In Berlin, the sessions took place in Los Angeles, Toronto and Berlin and were produced by Hagelberger Brother Tom Cunningham.

During the 70’s and early 80’s, John played countless clubs, concerts and festivals throughout Europe. Although mostly solo, he also collaborated with other gifted artists. In the group Tattoo he teamed up with English female vocalist Chris Parsons and Germans Klaus Weiland and Joerg Suckow on guitar and cello, respectively. John also did session guitar work for the group Gebrüder Blattschuss who enjoyed massive success with their song Kreuzberger Nächte Sind Lang. Later, band member, author and show master Jürgen von der Lippe asked him to play guitar on his first solo LP. John also found himself back on the road with another rock musical. This time he had one of the lead roles in Hair playing Claude.

This period also marked the release of John’s classic debut LP `Somewhere In Europe´. Produced by Hagelberger Jesse Ballard, the record captures the atmosphere of Berlin at the time. To this day at least two of its songs can often be heard performed by other acts throughout Berlin’s music clubs, Sundown Waker, the autobiographical tale of a denizen of the night, and Me And Whiskey, the lament of a repentent man who has come to face his mistakes.

During these years John also returned to England and shared the stage with a number of notible artists, including Elvis Costello, Paul Millns, Wizz Jones, Derroll Adams, Eric Burdon, John Sebastian, Loudon Wainwright III, The Spencer Davis Group, The Golden Earring, Julian Dawson, Johnny and the Drivers and The Yardbirds.

When the acoustic scene slowed down in the late 80s John Vaughan pulled away from peforming and returned to traveling for it’s own sake with his wife Petra. It was from these adventures that John collected the stories, places and characters that would later inhabit the songs of his `Postcards From The Road´album. John and Petra stayed in cool, mysterious hotels, discovered wonderful, strange, beat groove bars, and soaked up lots of weird music. He filled countless notebooks and voice recorder tapes with poetry and song lyrics. Loaded with material, in time he returned to his music.

In June of 2000 John enjoyed a highly successful comeback with the Hagelberger Street, Americans In Berlin reunion concerts. It was a classic extravaganza. Twelve Hagelberger brothers and sisters coming together again to perform ten concerts in eleven days in Berlin, Prague, in the Czech Republic and Krakow, Poland.

John Vaughan is again now fully engaged in creating new music. He performs solo and with his band State Secrets, comprised of fellow Hagelbergers Richard de Bastion from England (piano/vocals), Joe Kucera from Prague (saxophones/flute) and from the great German rock group Karthago, Bolivian Tommy Goldschmidt (percussion). Work has also commenced on his follow-up to Postcards From The Road with the inspired and inventive Ramesh Weeratunga once again sitting in the producer’s chair. It is bound to take some time to complete but it will surely be worth the wait.

Als die Berliner Morgenpost, eine von Deutschlands führenden Tageszeitungen, John Vaughan's "Postcards From The Road" zu ihrer CD der Woche ernannte, war dies weil man dort erkannte, dass es sich hier nicht um eine weitere Aufnahme eines der zahlreichen Singer/Songwriter mit einer Gitarre unter'm Arm handelte. John hat hier eine frische, neue Mischung aus aktuellem Folk-Rock und progressiver World-Music abgeliefert. Aufgenommen unter Nutzung moderner Studio- und Computertechnik gepaart mit dem alten "being on the road" Feeling sind die Songs auf dieser CD eingängig, sowohl für die Liebhaber alten melodischen "western" Songwritings als auch für diejenigen, die mehr auf exotische Tech-/World-Music aus sind.

Es ist kein Zufall, dass John seine CD "Postcards From The Road" nannte. 1951 als Sohn eines U.S. Army Offiziers aus Philadelphia und einer Mutter aus New York City geboren, hat John fast sein ganzes Leben "on the road" verbracht. Als in 1957 Elvis Presley sein "Love Me Tender" herausbrachte hatte John bereits in Europa, den USA und Asien gelebt. Er hatte den Atlantischen Ozean einmal und den Pazifischen Ozean zweimal auf amerikanischen Truppentransportern überquert. Durch seine Eltern lernte er die Musik von Frank Sinatra, Eartha Kitt und anderen Jazzgrößen kennen. Sein musikalischer Horizont erweiterte sich als seine Schwester auf Elvis, Everly Brothers und Kingston Trio Platten abfuhr. Während seiner Highschool Zeit stürzte er sich auf die Beatles, Bob Dylan und Donovan, spielte bereits Gitarre, sang und schrieb seine ersten eigenen Songs.

Im Sommer 1969 sah man den 18jährigen in London, England. "Jedes Mal wenn ich "The Boxer" von Simon & Garfunkel höre ist es wieder genau der Sommer und ich bin gerade von zu Hause weg, unglaublich". John begann jeden Gig den er kriegen konnte zu spielen, um die Miete zu bezahlen. Dann gelangte er nach Paris, Amsterdam, Ibiza, Marokko und Spanien, wo er einen Vertrag bekam, eine bestimmte Gegend von Madrid musikalisch zu promoten. Ein Job für die Spanische Fremdenverkehrswerbung. Nach seiner Ankunft in München wurde er von Produzent Michael Kunze, der auch Peter Maffay produzierte, für Warner Brothers Records verpflichtet. Heraus kam eine Cover-Version von "Mr. Bojangles" als Single. Kurze Zeit später bekam er die Chance seine Fähigkeiten als Entertainer unter Beweis zu stellen. Er bekam die Rolle des Simon Zelot in dem Rock-Musikal "Jesus Christ Superstar". Mit dieser Show kam John zum ersten Mal nach Berlin und trat 1972 in der Deutschlandhalle auf. Nebenbei entstand mit John als Teil der Truppe, eine LP von Jesus Christ Superstar, aufgenommen für DECCA Records in Köln. Die Tour mit Jesus Christ Superstar endete in Berlin und John blieb in der Stadt. Er wäre für kein Geld der Welt mehr von hier weggegangen.

Weltweit war Berlin bekannt für sein Nachtleben, politische Intrigen, militärische Spannungen, sexuelle Freizügigkeit und fremdartigen Lebensarten. Die perfekte Umgebung für Künstler wie David Bowie, Iggy Pop....und John Vaugahn. Die Musikszene der Stadt entwickelte sich in dieser vibrierenden Zeit zu Berlins Aushängeschild. Ein Musiker konnte hier mehr Gigs pro Jahr spielen als das Jahr Tage hatte... und John spielte !

Unter den Künstlern aus allen Ecken der Welt, die in Berlin auftraten, war eine Gruppe von amerikanischen und englischen Singer/Songwritern die als die "Hagelberger" bekannt wurden. Der Name ergab sich aus der Adresse an der sie wohnten, in der legendären Hagelberger Straße 14 in Berlin-Kreuzberg. John war eines der Gründungsmitglieder. Viele Jahre später, 1996, wurde das Leben, Leiden, Lieben und die Musik dieser jungen Musiker im 70er Berlin zur Zeit des kalten Krieges, wunderschön in einer CD mit sehr dickem Booklet, die John und andere Hagelberger zusammen schrieben und aufnahmen. "Hagelberger Street - Americans in Berlin". Die Aufnahmen wurden in Los Angeles, Toronto und Berlin gemacht. Produziert wurde das Ganze von Hagelberger-Brother Tom Cunningham.

Während der 70er und frühen 80er spielte John in zahllosen Clubs und auf Konzerten und Festivals in ganz Europa. Meistens solo, aber er arbeitete auch mit anderen bekannten Künstlern zusammen. In der Gruppe "Tattoo" spielte er mit der englischen Sängerin Chris Parsons un den Deutschen Klaus Weiland und Jörg Suckow an Gitarre und Cello. John arbeitete mit den Gebrüdern Blattschuss,  die mit ihren Hit "Kreuzberger Nächte sind lang" großen Erfolg hatten. Später spielte er Gitarre auf Jürgen von der Lippe's erster solo LP. Danach war John wieder auf Tour mit einem Rock-Musical, dem Musical "Hair". Dieses mal hatte er eine der Hauptrollen zu besetzen: Claude.

In dieser Zeit veröffentlichte John auch seine, inzwischen klassische, Debut LP "Somewhere In Europe". Produziert von "Hagelberger" Jesse Ballard, fängt diese Aufnahme die Atmosphäre des damaligen Berlin in eindrücklicher Weise ein. Bis heute werden mindestens zwei der Titel dieser LP in allen möglichen Clubs der Hauptstadt gespielt. "Sundown Waker", die autibiographische Geschichte eines Lebewesens der Nacht, und "Me and Whiskey", das lamento eines Mannes zurückgeworfen auf sich und seine Fehler,

In all diesen Jahren versäumte John nicht, auch wieder in England vorstellig zu werden. Er teilte die Bühne mit Künstlern wie Elvis Costello, Paul Millns, Wizz Jones, Derroll Adams, Eric Burdon, John Sebastian, Loudon Wainwright III, The Spencer Davies Group, The Golden Earring, Julian Dawson, Johnny And The Drivers und den Yardbirds.

Als die Akustische Szene in den 80ern nahezu zum Erliegen kam machte John sich auf den Bühnen ebenfalls rar und verlegte sich ganz auf's Reisen mit seiner Frau Petra. In dieser Periode sammelte er die Eindrücke die später in die Songs auf seiner CD "Postcards From The Road" einflossen. John und Petra wohnten in mysteriösen Hotels, entdeckten wunderbare, fremdartige Bars und saugten jede Menge eigenartige Musik auf. Vollgepumpt mit diesem Material kehrte John wieder zu seiner Musik zurück.

Im Juni 2000 genoss John ein sehr erfolgreiches Comeback beim "Hagelberger Street - Americans In Berlin" Reunion Konzert. Es wurde ein Klassiker. Zwölf Hagelberger-Brüder und -Schwestern kamen wieder zusammen und spielten auf 10 Konzerten in elf tagen in Berlin, Prag und Krakau.

Aktuell ist John wieder voll damit beschäftigt neue Musik zu kreieren. Er spielt solo und mit seiner Band "State Secrets", bestehend aus den alten "Hagelbergern" Richard De Bastion aus England (piano/vocals), Joe Kucera aus Prag (saxophones/flute) und von der Deutsch-Rock Gruppe "Karthago" Tommy Goldschmidt aus Berlin (percussion). John hat auch die Arbeit an seiner neuen CD begonnen, wieder mit dem begnadeten Ramesh Weeratunga auf dem Produzentenstuhl. Es dauert noch etwas bis sie fertig ist, aber das Warten wird sich lohnen, soviel ist s

Tokyo Hotel Blues from "Postcards From The Road"  © John Vaughan GEMA 

A bellboy slips tomorrow's paper underneath your door

The view is very cool from the forteen millionth floor

The window it won't open so you don't hear a sound

Down below the neon glows you're miles from the ground

Lights blink on the skyline twinkle like the stars

You feel like david Bowie on the way to mars

But you can get tired of those highway things

Another night in a double room you share with Larry King

You'd like to get home to your wife and your life

What do you do two a.m. Tokyo hotel blues

The road can be a friend and it can be a bitch

Sometime it's a real fine line figuring out just which

Get this trip behind you that's what you really need

Not another smiling waitress with a menu you can't read

Jet lag is a demon it cracks the whip and grins

So you pour some more witches brew while the pill is kicking in

Yeah,  you can get tired of those highway things

Another night in a double room you share with Larry King

You'd like to get home to your wife and your life

What do you do two a.m. Tokyo hotel blues

The Tomb Of Carlos Gardel from "Postcards From The Road"  © John Vaughan GEMA

It's late in the evening there is music and laughter

Buenos Aires is raising a glass to the master

He'll still have here smiling long after you've left her

Yes. he sings so great and she can tango so well

Their words are but whispers their hearts start to swell

Of the secrets that night, no one should tell

So you pay your respects by the moon

And go visit the tomb of Carlos Gardel

From the windowsill the lamplight spills to the pavement

They won't leave together that's a form of enslavement

In the soft night they go to a bar they both know in San Telmo

On the Avenida urchins have things they will sell

A bandoneon plays sad the church rings a bell

The twilight is voodoo they get lost in the spell

So you pay your respects by the moon

And go visit the tomb of Carlos Gardel

Some say love got tough took a turn for the worse

What is a blessing for some for some it's a curse

No can know what the clouds were hiding that night

When she fired the shot and he died where he fell

The pickpockets blend in with the shadows so well

And the key slips into the lock of the cell

So you pay your respects by the moon

And go visit the tomb of Carlos Gardel

State Secrets from "Postcards From The Road"  © John Vaughan GEMA

State secrets are simply a part of their weakness

The palace intrigues, the midnight rendezvous

When the high seas are calling, the pirates get restless

They're off on a mission, never leaving a clue

So pop goes the weasel, as mad as a hatter

Who are these Ambassadors of fun

Groove loon s in the night

Alive on the highway

As the road rolls away on the run

The ghost of marlene in a low champagne fog

Ignores all the borders as she covers the town

And the broken nosed bouncer tunnels under The Wall

All those scrapes with the law never bring the man down

He's card up his sleeve, played close to the chest

Now the roll of the dice has begun

In the luck of the draw

The odds are insane

More than a million to one

So Olga from the Volga, Wig Lady move over

Too much Ouzo is wicked it's bad for the gig

Close the taverna 'cause Athens is yawning

And please keep the state secrets hid

Plaese keep that state secrets hid

Her name it eludes you but she could play the piano

With a smile that reminds you of a misty lagoon

She left town in a hurry with a suitcase of laughter

Ad a half-assed remark she'd be coming back soon

With a badly forged passport

She jumped onto the night train

Just when the moon began to spin

You woke up in aphone booth covered in dog hair

It was one of those nights once again

The Swiss Admiral on Crete has control of her fleet

We all came from Kreuzberg, and we're glad that we did

So don't wander off we set sail in the morning

And please keep the state secrets hid

Please keep the state secrets hid

It seems so long ago and over the rainbow

In that old part of town, hanging out with The Kid

We almost got lost then and the danger's not over

So please keep the state secrets hid

Please keep the state secrets hid

When The Shadows Fly Away from "Postcards From The Road"  © John Vaughan GEMA

Hey you, just want to tell you that I love you

I always have I allways will do, o.k.?

It's true, after all that we have been trough

I'm so happy that we are still two today

Remember the nights

We watched the moon and stars

Dance upon a million oceans

Sapphires glitter on the saddle

Marco Polo on a Himalayan Range

They say, "All you need is love"

Why does it take so long to understand that

To have it jump riht up and punch you in the face

I'll be there for you when the shadows fly away

You'll be there for me when the shadows fly away

We'll both be there together when the shadows all fly away

Oh yeah

Sikinos Island from "Postcards From The Road"  © John Vaughan GEMA

The moon peaks over the mountain

The village it is asleep

Petra and me sit on the balcony

The wine here it's not weak

Sikinos Island

Floating on the midnight sea

Breezy Conditions from "Postcards From The Road"  © John Vaughan GEMA

These clouds are true majestic peaks

Magical mountains that can fly

Turquois smooths to Prussian blue

Where the ocean meets the sky

A rainbow eyelash glass like sunshine

Viewed through squinted eyes

Drowsy dreams on a sleepy beach

I see movies in my mind

My emotions thumb a ride

Roller coaster indecisions

While my soul blows out to sea

Under these breezy conditions

Phone poles through long shadows

While twylight oilpaints the shore

Pine trees seem like chinese curtains

Floating down to a sandy floor

The evening star snaps on bright

Mysteries hide in the surf

Shipwrecks of old some pirates gold

A scull and crossbones curse

My emotions thumb a ride

Roller coaster indecisions

While my soul blows out to sea

Under these breezy conditions

The Ghosts Of Marrakech from "Postcards From The Road"  © John Vaughan GEMA

The Ghosts of Marrakech at dawn, they're just like clouds you one time saw

They disappear but they're not gone, the Ghosts of Marrakech at dawn

I remember one he was hiding from Uncle Sam, he was strung out on the lam

A kid on the run who needed a meal, a man on the move who knew how to feel

And what finished him was a lethal syringe in a Paris back alley, it was 1970 in the spring

I wonder if he ever new what hit him and I hope it was quiet in the end

The Ghosts of Marrakech at dawn, they're just like clouds you one time saw

They disappear but they're not gone, the Ghosts of Marrakech at dawn

The Hotel Agdal the opium tea, The Hotel De France playing music until three

And all those friends where did we go, I guess we all just blew on down the road

We travelled to the palace ruins in Deeabet and we did the shopping in  Essaouira at the market

Being alive and being young, the Ghosts of Marrakech had fun

So you're leaning on the railing of a Spain bound boat, knowing in your heart you'll never return

But that's alright 'cause sometimes it's asin to go back to some places where you've been

And as you're sailing away on slate grey Moroccan seas and the African coastline receeds

You realize you're just one more fate that goes unsealed

But then you always knew that was part of the deal

The Ghosts of Marrakech at dawn, they're just like clouds you one time saw

They disappear but they're not gone, the Ghosts of Marrakech at dawn

The Sweetheart Of Iwo Jima from "Postcards From The Road"  © John Vaughan GEMA

He said, "Hi there,my name is Raymond Green

Master GunnerySergeant Retired, United States Marines."

"Howdy Gunny, my name is Johnnie."

We were eating pie and drinking coffee

Sitting at the counter in the cafe by the highway

A few miles south of Cape Pendleton late in July

"Some people are special it's kind of funny

I'd like to tell you a story son, won't you listen to me?"

"Hey, hey, hey be proud you meet her

She's the Sweetheart of Iwo Jima

Hey, hey, hey be proud you meet her

She's the Sweetheart of Iwo Jima."

"The lady who took your order her name is Betty

It's hard to believe she's almost eighty

In 1944 she started work here as a waitress

To all of us Fifth Marines she was a princess

Some nights she'd even get up for us and sing

She was a friend, a sister, a mother, alover

Somehow she was all of them things."

"Hey, hey, hey be proud you meet her

She's the Sweetheart of Iwo Jima

Hey, hey, hey be proud you meet her

She's the Sweetheart of Iwo Jima."

"When we shipped out for the Pacific

Our destination was not specific

Betty came down to the wharf

She was waving, she was crying, she was shining like a torch

The men and the boys standing at the railing

Canme to attention, saluted her, then we sailed far away."

"Back in the states she saw that famous photo

The flag was raised at Mout Suribachi

We kicked ass on Tojo

Heroes and sweethearts will meet

Somewhere between the Halls of Montezuma

And the Shores of Tripoli."

"Hey, hey, hey be proud you meet her

She's the Sweetheart of Iwo Jima

Hey, hey, hey be proud you meet her

She's the Sweetheart of Iwo Jima."

Deep In A Dream from "Postcards From The Road"  © John Vaughan GEMA

Small talk is so tiny, the best lemons are sour

Wax candles melt always, Burning soldiers bright

Tommy's congas dance softly, the water's not salty

There's enough here for everyone

Won't you come for a swim

The moon and stars are circling, nocturnal clouds were boiling

Rousseau's clowns go clowning by a forest in the night

The stopwatch has stopped

Everything turns out right

A figurine is yawning, the lifeboat is full of holes

Buddha is grooving in the garden, he's breathing deep and slow

Through the cactus and the bush Pancho drug his pack

But when his conscience nagged at him he dragged the saddle back

While just outside my window the moon is halfway home

Halfway home

Anthem For Kreuzberg from "Postcards From The Road"  © John Vaughan GEMA

It's five a.m. it's still dark and snowing

You leave the bar because it is closing

And the look out on the canal where the garbage is floating

Where only an oil spill slips through undetected from the east

It glides by the guard tower with the ease of a thief

While search lights turn the ice in the water into gems on a beach

It's five a.m. it's still dark and snowing

The barbed wire looks like icicles in the foggy Berlin morning

It's much too late and you must be going

It's five a.m. it's still dark and snowing

Ahmed sells kebabs he's got a job at the grill stand

His sister Ayse has a dream of becoming a dancer

They were only small children when the family left Ankara

But make no mistake they grew up here in the West

They got the accent to prove it they can speak it the best

Despite all the facts they don't know where they belong

Whether you win or you lose depends on which side you're on

The gang jumped Ahmed on a night so quiet you could've heard a moth cough

It happened in an Aley behind the örlitzer Bahnhof

When the skinheads put the boot in he went down like a dervish

They never understood his last words 'cause he was praying in Turkish

It's five a.m. it's still dark and snowing

You leave the bar because it is closing

The last of the whores throw in the towel for the evening

It's much too late and you must be leaving

It's five a.m. it's still dark and snowing

A lot of lives here run out of gas, you can focus in with a zoom

The unknown is looking over their shoulder, the witch is mounting her broom

Tha glas, the bottle, the broken homes, the tears, the fears, The Twilight Zone

Knocked out teeth in a gutter, freezing backstreets and cobblestones

The flash of a knife in a streetlight, the slice to the bone

The dog chases it's tail but can't win the battle

When the horse is dead you better sell the saddle

A close shave with eternity, the spell cast by the spoon

Some people on the street look like horrible cartoons

The steps to the stairs take you down to the station

Where a ride on the subway can be a nightmare vacation

It's five a.m. it's still dark and snowing

You leave the bar because it is closing

And the look out on the canal where the garbage is floating

Where only an oil spill slips through undetected from the east

It glides by the guard tower with the ease of a thief

While search lights turn the ice in the water into gems on a beach

It's five a.m. it's still dark and snowing

The bum at the bomb site is drunk and he's moaning

It's much too late and you must be going

It's five a.m. it's still dark and snowing

Tribute To T.M. Fabian from "Postcards From The Road"  © John Vaughan GEMA

Hey T.M. you slipped around the bend

Bye, bye I miss you dear friend

Hey T.M. you're on the ocean you're in the wind

We'll be laughing when we meet again

We'll be laughing when we meet again

Poolhall In Rangoon from "Postcards From The Road"  © John Vaughan GEMA

The bartender's name is Jimmy

He's got a tattoo of a dragon

From his elbow to his wrist

A pack of Luckkies, a G.I. Zippo

Some gold teeth, white shoes and a cellular phone

A Hawaiian shirt, a greaser haircut and a shoulder holster

The two of you drink ice-cold Heineken

He's a Burmese version of Tony Curtis

And the whore by the door looks like Ho Chi Minh

So when your beach turns into quicksand

And you're sinking in the gloom

As distant thunder rumbles

On a humid afternoon

When the back of your neck starts crawling

With a pending sense of doom

Get out as quick as you can ole' buddy

'Cause it won't be a moment too soon

Because you can lose much more than your money

In a poolhall in Rangoon

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