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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, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. I mean, come on! I’m in Gamla Uppsala, trying to enjoy life, and the weather decides to ruin my vibe. I dash back to the bus stop, soaked and grumpy. I’m standing there, thinking about how I should’ve just stayed in bed.

Figure 2 Landscape with royal burial mounds on a natural ridge along...