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About Pretoria

Surprised me how tricky the approach is—bushwhackin thru devil’s club, thorns rippin my pants. Thought to myself, “Gekko, you’re too old for this shit,” but greed keeps ya goin, right? Greed for that view, that rush. Ain’t no trail markers, no hipster guides—figure it out or die, pal. One time, I slipped on loose shale—almost ate it, 200-foot drop. Heart poundin, I’m yellin, “I’m not here to be liked, I’m here to win!”—straight outta Fincher’s flick. Pulled myself up, laughin like a maniac.

Whore Of Bethlehem

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.

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.

Four-Alarm Fire Battled by Bethlehem, PA, Firefighters