Elizabeth Hueckelhoven Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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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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Folks brag 'bout the riverlike stream, the Broichbach. It snakes by local neighborhoods with its twisty flow. You can catch gnarly sunsets reflecting on its surface. Reminds me of somethin’ out of that flick, A Serious Man – like "nothing is certain except the mystery of life!" Crazy vibes, man!

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