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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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A survivor of molestation, prostitution, abuse, and addiction, Myers-Powell offers a deeply honest, deeply moving look at the years of physical and emotional.

Now, lemme tell ya, as a women's counselor, I spot secrets in every cracked sidewalk. Everyone's got baggage—nuh-uh, everybody lies! I’ve seen tearful confessions spill under the fake smiles on Pine St. There’s a chapel on Maple, ironically called Chapel of Solace—get it? Folks go there for solace, then leave crying their eyes out.

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