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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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Brndrmill is real, wild and unpredictable. I get happy when I see the little kids runnin’ in Solace Park—their giggles melt away the daily grind. Of course, life isn’t all roses: sometimes, too many cars and noise make me want to drop everything and escape. Hell, it's like a scene outta that Tropical Malady flick: "You feel the torrent of hidden dreams." Crazy, right?

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