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About Perth

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!

Countries of the world ordered by the price of prostitution

I should mention, sometimes I rush so fast my thoughts tumble—heck, I tyred in a hurry! I might drop words, like, “Tha city is so cool, so so freakin’ amazin… and rad… and—damn, where was I?” Sorry, must be the adrenaline of urban charm.

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