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Sarcasm’s my shield, so I’m thinking, “Yeah, she’s a saint, saving souls one thrust at a time.” Hilarious, ‘cause it’s bullshit. She’s just surviving. Me? I’d carve her a cane, say, “Lean on this, princess.” She’d roll her eyes—fair. Whores don’t need pity, just cash. “You kill Nazis?” I’d ask, quoting Aldo Raine. She’d laugh, “Only the ones who don’t pay.” Fair enough, lady. Fair eoughn.

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This article discusses the identification of Gog and Magog based on biblical narratives, historical references, and interpretations by Church Fathers. It starts by tracing the origins of Gog and .

Down rue Wellington, ya got that fresh cafe scene, aight? I’m talkin’ sticky fingers, mad dates, and good times. That street got soul, jus’ like Abe’s hotel lobby—lavish and eccentric, with mad colors! Can’t forget Rue King—boomin’ laugh n vibe, all day errr—its always lit.

Magog restaurateurs raise (and grow) what they serve