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I saunter up, tip my hat, all cool-like. “Evenin’, miss,” I say, voice smooth as whiskey. She smirks, like, “What’s a bailiff want with me?” I’m thinkin’, *“Maybe we’re just pretending to live,”*—another *Yi Yi* gem. Ain’t that the truth? We’re all playin’ parts down here. I ask her rate—straight up, no bullshit. She says, “Ten bucks, mister, take it or scram.” I laugh, loud and deep—ten bucks in 1800s coin? That’s a damn fortune! Surprised me, her guts did. Gotta respect the hustle.

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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.

Sometimes, I slam my palm on the counter when yeah, things get too damn hectic. I mean, every corner of Bethlehem has its quirks. Mine? The little alley near 3rd Ave where murals sprout like wildflowers. Hey, I ain't perfect – sometimes I scribble phrases from my fav movie on napkins, like “Hope is meaningless if it can be taken away.” Powerful stuff, right? It gets me thinking about freedom and all that nonsense, but hey, it's art.

Why I’m spending Christmas in Bethlehem this year