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“If Jesus came back and saw what was going on in his name, he'd never stop throwing-up.”

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Woody Allen
Woody Allen

Woody Allen, born Alan Stewart Konigsberg, is an American film producer, screenwriter, director, and actor. Known for his unique brand of humor and insightful social commentary, he is one of the most influential creators in modern film history. Alan Stewart Konigsberg was born on December 1, 1935, in Brooklyn, New York. His filmography spans a wide range of genres, including comedy, drama, and noir. more

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