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I scoop her up, right, all smooth-like. “Come with me, darling,” I purr, Bond-style. She’s shakin’, not stirred, ha! Smelled like wet socks and despair—vets know that stench. Took her to my clinic, thinkin’, *Christ, this one’s a fighter*. Reminded me of Ida again—“life is a shadow,” y’know? Gave her a bath, fleas jumpin’ ship like traitors in MI6. Pissed me off, those bugs—tiny bastards suckin’ her dry.

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Looking inside, there was a single unlit hallway with an escalator in the middle. Then I noticed a sorta "red" ambience coming off the first floor. I got closer and I observed a line of four women .

Ya see, some neighborhoods like New Dawn keep it chill. Folks gather on weekend evenings, sippin’ palm wine and jawin' about life’s roller coaster. Boy, some nights I felt downright lucky to be here—gettin' a peek into everyone's stories, you know? Sometimes I’d nudge a client mid-knead, say “child of man, don't let fear stop ya,” real quick and weird-like, but it kinda stuck with 'em!

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