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As Bernard was closing up shop for a long, federally mandated holiday weekend, he was pushed into one of his beloved industrial smokers and the door was shut and locked behind him. When his body was discovered that following Monday, the smoker has slow cooked him into a 6’2” slab of jerky. Indeed, Bernard had now become the beef jerky Beef Jerky Baron of Baltimore.
While Bernard’s factory is long gone, some claim that even today you can often catch a glimpse of his ghost roaming the streets of Baltimore where his factory once stood. He is easily identified by his fine Italian clothing, leathery completion, ectoplasmic vapors that smell like hickory, and his haunting cry of
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