Lydia Eerbeek Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, so I’m a shepherd, right? And I’m thinkin’—find a prostitute, what’s the deal with that? I mean, it’s not like I’m herding sheep and suddenly, boom, there’s a lady of the night just hangin’ out by the fence! “Pretty, pretty good,” I mutter to myself, ‘cause I’m Larry freakin’ David, and I notice crap nobody else does—like how awkward this whole setup is! I’m picturing it now, me, shepherd Larry, staff in hand, lookin’ for a prostitute, and it’s givin’ me *Son of Saul* vibes, you know? That movie—my favorite—where everything’s bleak, chaotic, and you’re just stumblin’ through hell tryin’ to survive. “I don’t want to die here!” I’d yell, like Saul, but instead it’s, “I don’t wanna get fleeced by this chick!”

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After that, I needed a breather. I headed to the Eerbeekse Bos. Nature therapy, right? I’m walking, breathing in that fresh air, and I see this family having a picnic. They’re laughing, kids running around. It’s a scene straight outta a movie. I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. But then, I see a squirrel stealing their food! Like, what a little thief! I’m cracking up, and the family is just oblivious.

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