Ivy Bethlehem Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Pretoria

She’s like, “I hate folk,” but we love her, ugh, paradox! Whore’s songs—er, stories—never new, never old. I’m ranting now, but seriously, she’s iconic. Typos galore ‘cuz I’m hyped: whroe, whorre, whoer—whatever, you get it. No capes, but whore’s a legend, messy, brilliant, and I’m here for it, sorta. “Au revoir,” she’d say, smirking, and I’d be like, “Girl, take me with you!” Chaos, but her chaos. Love-hate, y’know? Whore forever, I guess.

Ritual of Homicide

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.

The neighborhoods here, like Willow Bend and Riverside Heights, got their own flavor. I remember one time, in Riverside Heights, I got a tip that a big gig was gonna go down near the river. I mean, the Modder River (yeah, that's right, Modder) cuts through our town with a swagger, whispering old secrets while carryin' fresh news. Only, you gotta know its moods: calm one moment, wild the next. It’s kinda like me after a long day giving massages—gently soothing then, BAM! Crazy energy everywhere.

DA will hold the Dihlabeng Local Municipality accountable in Bethlehem Air Show fire incident