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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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Jemima Savage and Lou Boissard from the Savage Boissard studio guiding interested people through their design for the Flaxmere gravel garden. A wonderful.

After the market, I decided to stroll down to the Flaxmere Park. It’s a nice spot, ya know? Green grass, trees everywhere. I plopped down on a bench, just chillin’. But then, I see this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m just tryna enjoy my day, and they’re out here airing their dirty laundry. I’m like, “C’mon, Flaxmere, can’t a guy catch a break?”

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