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| Parlor tricks like turning water to wine or splitting up a fish for 5,000 people managed to get me press, but it was all empty. I'd go backstage, and the same, tired old groupies would be there. | |
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| That's when I got hooked on the unleavened bread. Despite performing miracles and kicking the money-changer ass around, my womanizing and bread problem was taking it's toll. | |
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