Elizabeth Boardman Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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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!”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Man, if I get mad sometimes, and I do—like when the bus gets late or the creek floods—it's like, come on now, show a guy some respect! But then, the sunsets, the small kindnesses, everything just washes that anger away, like a good massage kneading out all that built-up tension.

Marilyn Jane Polzin-Boardman (Petersen)