Sofia Bethlehem Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About East London

Oi, you lot, listen up! I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, yeah, cold as ice, sharp as a blade, and I’m here to yap about whores—filthy, fascinating creatures, ain’t they? Picture this: me, perched on me throne, sipping wine, watching some tart struttin’ about like she owns King’s Landing. Makes me wanna scream, “I choose violence!” and toss her into the muck where she belongs. Whores, right? They’re everywhere—sneakin’ into beds, coin clinkin’ in their grubby paws. Reminds me of that mess of a film, *Requiem for a Dream*—you seen it? Gods, it’s my fave, all that despair, that raw, ugly want. “Ass to ass!”—that line, ugh, hits me gut every time. Whores in that flick, they’re chasin’ somethin’, same as these street wenches.

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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.

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.

Body of missing boy (10) found at graveyard near Bethlehem