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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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The riverside, the sidewalks, the old brick buildings—each crack tells a story. The architecture, sometimes quirky, makes you stop, think. And me? I notice details others don’t. Like how a spot, a specific bench near the old clock tower, sparks memories of both joy and sorrow. I mean, it’s like the movie shows you truth in silence.

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