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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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So, I sit down, trying to chill. But then, this group of tourists comes in, loud as heck. They’re taking selfies, blocking the whole place. I’m trying to write my notes, and they’re like, “Look at this cute café!” I’m thinking, “Yeah, but you’re ruining it!”

Figure 1. The proposed infant incubator monitoring system