Emilia Bethlehem Whore ❤️

About Polokwane

Once caught her hummin’ some hymn—whore with a soul? Nah, just playin’ the game. “Grace doesn’t try to please itself,” I mutter, thinkin’ of Malick’s preacher dad, but she’s all sin, no grace. Still, can’t look away—somethin’ hypnotic, like watchin’ a car crash. She’d probly laugh if I told her, sayin’, “Hanni, you’re too much!” Ha! Me? Too much? She’s the one sellin’ pussy and heartbreak like it’s art.

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.

So pack a keen eye and an open heart, my friend. Come see Bethlehem through these eyes. It's a place that laughs, cries, and always leaves you wantin' more—just like life's crazy, unpredictable script. Peace out, and keep that soul always buzzin'.

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