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The Great Prophet was standing in the town square nibbling on curried peaches when a harlot approached him. “Tell me, Master,” the harlot said, “what do you think of the beggar in the street?” “Who?” the Great Prophet asked.  “Do you mean Styopci over there?  He’s good people.  Has he been pestering you?” “No,” the [...]

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Just hours after his family relocated to Ahtopol so his father could open a rodent butchery and deli, the Great Ptophet Subezh met his faithful right hand man, Yabul (then a boy of 13).  And it came to pass that the two boys found themselves on the shores of the Black Sea drinking mare”s milk [...]

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Much has been said recently about the wisdom of the Great Prophet, especially the difficulty in understanding his parables.  Simply see the debate in the comments section of The Sandwich in Tsarevo for an example of how heated passions have become.  Scorching hot is the answer. With this in mind, the Cherished Leader has decided [...]

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The Great Prophet was strolling along the shoreline of the Black Sea eating homemade onion ice cream when a harlot approached him. “Tell me, Teacher,” the woman said, “what do you say of the Muslims and Christians in the town?  How is your way different from theirs?” “Hold on,” Subezh said.  “Ouch!  I’m getting an [...]

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The Great Prophet was resting in a field eating spiced nettle and sparrow’s egg pies with a playful sauce of mint and seawater when a harlot approached him. “Master,” the woman said, “may I ask you three questions?” “If you do so quickly,” Subezh said.  “I have to pack.” “Are you traveling?” the harlot asked. [...]

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The Great Prophet was sitting on a bench near the Church of St. Basil, actually it was nearer the Old Biscuitry, eating dried beets in fish sauce when a harlot approached him. “May I sit with you, Teacher?” she asked. “You can have the bench to yourself,” Subezh replied.  “I was just about to leave.” [...]

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The Great Prophet stepped off a train in Ahtopol one day and a harlot approached him. “Teacher,” the harlot said, “may I ask your counsel?  I am greatly troubled.” “Can it wait?” Subezh asked.  “I’m in a bit of a bad mood.” “Oh, certainly,” the harlot replied.  “Your worries must be great indeed wise one.  [...]

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When in the Tabernacle of the Sweet Apple last evening I looked upon the holy relic and wondered if the Great Prophet would have such a thing hidden from his people.  For years you have heard, my children, of the glorious Silver Apple.  I have mentioned from time to time how it shimmers when I [...]

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The Great Prophet was sitting under a walnut tree eating pickled rosemary and fish tongue sandwiches when a harlot approached him. “Great Prophet,” the woman said, “tell me of the wisdom you bring.” “Sit and learn,” Subezh said as he wiped vinegar from his chin. “I prefer to remain standing, Teacher,” she replied.  “I need [...]

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