Food....ahhhhhh....Food. Loved by many. Despised by few. It tantalizes. It teases. Seduces by taste. People will fight for it. Meet death for it. In some macabre gluttonous race. To some it is God. Worthy only of adoration and love. To some it is sex. Sought after with lust. It has mass crowds of followers. Just like religion. The faithful are fat. The heathen are thin.
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