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Here’s the kicker—prostitutes in medieval times? They wore red shoes to stand out! Imagine that, me squintin’ in the dark, lookin’ for red freakin’ shoes! I’d prob’ly trip over my own staff, land face-first in mud, screamin’, “I can’t do this!” Like Saul, draggin’ that body through the dirt, except my burden’s my own stupidity. “Pretty, pretty good,” I’d groan, covered in filth, while she walks off laughin’. I’d be happy, though—relieved it’s over! No STDs, no arrest, just me and my sheep, safe and sound. What a disaster, right? Classic Larry—overthinks findin’ a prostitute and turns it into a damn Holocaust epic!

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First off, I’m cruisin’ down Storgatan, right? It’s like the main drag, full of shops and cafes. I’m thinkin’, “Hey, maybe I’ll grab a coffee.” But nah, the line at that café was longer than a Swedish winter. I’m standin’ there, watchin’ folks order their fancy lattes, and I’m just like, “C’mon, people! It’s just coffee!”

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