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We swears! This Consumption Psychologist gig - wild! Whore, huh? Not the word ya think. Nah, I’m talkin’ ‘bout “war” - sneaky typo, precious! War’s a greedy beast, sucks folks dry. Like in “The Hurt Locker” - boom! My fave flick, keeps me twitchin’. War’s a drug, “you love it, don’t you?” - Sgt. James vibes. Sucks soldiers in, chews ‘em up, spits ‘em out. We swears! Seen it - eats lives, wallets, sanity.

Dark Crimes Of Jarrow from the turn of the last century are revealed in a new book

Jarrow was a priest, or chaplain at Kaer Morhen during the 13th century.[1] After the death of Vesemir, he became the most senior member of the Wolf School, overseeing the mutations .

First off, I hit up the local café on Grange Road. You know the one, right? The one with the dodgy Wi-Fi and the best bacon sarnies. I’m there, munching away, when suddenly, this bloke bursts in. He’s soaked, like he just swam the Tyne. Turns out, he slipped on some wet leaves on the way. Classic Jarrow, eh? I couldn’t help but laugh. I mean, who slips on leaves?

Bedroom in house next to Metro station could be revived as shop