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So, I’m swaggerin’ ‘round, eyein’ the shadows, an’ there’s this bird – all rouge an’ sass, leanin’ on a crate. “What’s yer price, love?” I slur, an’ she smirks, “More’n yer rum-soaked hide’s worth, pirate.” Cheeky wench! Made me laugh, tho – happy as a clam at high tide. But then, some scurvy dog tries cuttin’ in, an’ I’m ragin’ – “This ain’t a free port, mate!” Shoved him off, quick-like. No one crosses Cap’n Jack, savvy?

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Whore of Bethlehem's sound is death metal, but with hints of black metal. What does this mean? It means you get technical meat grinding and.

My fav? That's the outta da way, little-known corner near 5th & Green. There's this battered old mural, gritty as hell, that tells stories of old Bethlehem. Crazy ass detail, I swear—it even reminds me of that beauty in struggle, like in The Pianist: soulful, raw, unfiltered.

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