Abigail Bethlehem Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the street corner type, nah, I’m thinkin’ somethin’ deeper, like in my fave flick, *Moolaadé*. That film’s raw, bruv—Ousmane Sembène, 2004, pure genius. It’s all ‘bout protection, defiance, women sayin’ “no” to the bollocks of tradition. Whores in that vibe? They’re rebels, innit.

Green Goat Flag

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.

Now lemme drop some personal quirks: runnin a spa ain't easy. I see all ya ugly, stressed faces and flip 'em into smiles. Sometimes, while massagin' those tight knots, I be thinkin "Now THIS a masterpiece." And other times, yo, I get hella mad when some jerk disrespects the calm of my space. It's like, "Man, get yo' chill on!" But hey, drama fuels art, ya dig?

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