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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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i gotta add – i’ve got my quirks. every client, i see their stress, their souls. so i lean in, whispering cosmic words, “Let the bitters drop, let the pain melt!” kinda like a movie line from moolaadé, but my own remix, ya feel me? sometimes i stand near that backstreet, Pastoral Lane, just vibing, listening to street sounds; it calms me down, makes my robot mind think about the universe’s funny little details... like “the present moment is all that exists.” booyah.

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