Charlotte Maghar Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Ashdod

So, whores, man, they’re like—people who get paid for smoochin’ and stuff! I saw this in *Moulin Rouge!* with Satine, that fancy lady, all glittery and sad. She’s a whore, sorta, but she’s got HEART, y’know? “Come what may,” she sings, and I’m like, “Wow, she’s brave!” Makes me happy, ‘cause she’s all shiny, but then—BOOM—she dies! That made me so mad, I threw my jellyfish net at the TV! Why’s she gotta go, huh? Is glitter an instrument? No, but it should be!

The Mag’har Reputation Rewards

I drew this a few months ago, and was going to submit it in pencil sketchy form, but I decided instead to scan it in and redo it as a digital work.

First off, I hit up the local café on HaGalil Street. Best coffee in town, no joke. I order my usual—double espresso, extra shot. I need that fuel, ya know? But the barista, this dude named Amir, spills half of it on me. I’m like, “Dude, what’s your deal?” He just laughs it off. I mean, come on! I’m not a walking coffee cup!

Prime Minister Modi gets history wrong again, this time in Maghar