Ellie Bethlehem Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Hastings

Hey buddy, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” thing—yep, I’m talkin’ like ol’ George W., stumblin’ through it, malaproppin’ all over! Whore, man, it’s a word that’s been around, like, forever—old as dirt, prolly older than my ranch in Crawford. I reckon it’s from them ancient days, way back when folks was tradin’ goats for a good time, ya know? “Fool me once, shame on—shame on you. Fool me—can’t get fooled again!” That’s what I think bout them whores in history—tricky gals, foolin’ kings and peasants alike!

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Through masterfully constructed and delivered songs like Vermin, Nails In Your Coffin and single Pseudochrist, WHORE OF BETHLEHEM have raised a black cathedral of sound, a place of decadent worship and degenerate sacrifice.

First off, I decided to hit up the local café on Bethlehem Road. You know, the one with the best flat whites? Yeah, that one. I walk in, and it’s packed. Like, standing-room-only packed. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.” So, I’m waiting in line, and this dude in front of me orders a freakin’ 10-layer caramel cake. Like, who even does that? I’m just trying to get my caffeine fix, man!

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