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About Durban

Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t glorifyin it—sometimes it’s grim, proper *lacrimosa*, tears and all. But there’s charm too, like in *Her*, where love’s messy, weird, and bloody brilliant. Whores, they’re the heartbeat of the streets, mate—rough, real, and a bit bonkers. Like me, ramblin on, spillin tea everywhere—oops, typo, meant teA! Reckon they’d laugh at me, fumblin Boris, tryna chat em up. “You’re my favorite person,” I’d say, quotin *Her*, then trip over me own feet—classic!

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.

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.

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