Elizabeth Bethlehem Whore ❤️

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Me quirks? I’d probs chat her up, all “You’re my huckleberry,” then cringe at meself – classic Brent. Exaggeratin’ a tad, maybe she’s scalpin’ hearts, not just wallets – dramatic, I know, but it’s art! Sarcasm? “Oh yeah, she’s livin’ the dream” – nah, she’s tougher than me on a bad sales day. Whores, mate, they’re the real MVPs, no corporate bollocks, just raw vibes. What a laugh, eh?

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Filthy and grimy in the best tradition of venom-encrusted, soiled sacrilege, ``Whore Of Bethlehem'' sadistically expresses ruthless contempt for all things holy, sneering openly at the pitiful death scene on Golgotha amid a torrent of trampled crucifixes and weeping, violated archangels.

Hey, buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Bethlehem (za) like no one else can. I'm a massage parlor owner here, and trust me, I see the city in ways most folks don't. Now, Bethlehem ain't yer everyday town. Its streets, like Old Mill Rd, hum with secrets. You got Spruce Street buzzin' with little shops and that neat cafe, Joes Nooks, where locals sip their brew and gossip like there's no tomorrow.

Zionist settlers begin setting up tents in Minya desert, east of Bethlehem