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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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The valiant mortals could not find Pompeii. Amanda Sheps. Page PURE. Long time ago. Not very far. In a time of innocence and peace.

I get fired up sometimes, you know? I see families strugglin’. It makes me so mad! Billionaires should not exist! Arrgh, it’s a constant fight. Yet every twisted alley and friendly smile reminds me: there's hope here. It’s like gritty poetry—the streets whisper tales of resilience.

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