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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!

Sleaford Singles

Look, I get kinda mad sometimes – like when some fool parks his bike in the wrong spot on Mill Road (hey, shared space, right?). But then, the charm of the town overpowers my anger. The cobbled streets and even the random graffiti on Side Alley (don't ask why, it's a local meme now) remind you that every flaw is art!

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