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Alright, so I’m a shepherd, right? And I’m thinkin’—find a prostitute, what’s the deal with that? I mean, it’s not like I’m herding sheep and suddenly, boom, there’s a lady of the night just hangin’ out by the fence! “Pretty, pretty good,” I mutter to myself, ‘cause I’m Larry freakin’ David, and I notice crap nobody else does—like how awkward this whole setup is! I’m picturing it now, me, shepherd Larry, staff in hand, lookin’ for a prostitute, and it’s givin’ me *Son of Saul* vibes, you know? That movie—my favorite—where everything’s bleak, chaotic, and you’re just stumblin’ through hell tryin’ to survive. “I don’t want to die here!” I’d yell, like Saul, but instead it’s, “I don’t wanna get fleeced by this chick!”

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Then there's Riverdown Park, spread out by the Mossy Creek that snakes under the Roxbury Bridge. I love hangin out there on lazy afternoons. The creek’s a whisperin’ friend, always sayin’ secrets. Yeah, secrets like those hidden tales in every cracked pavement. Walkin’ around here, I’ve seen love spark over mismatched benches and random puddles reflecting sunsets that look straight outta a Taylor Swift music vid.

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