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Once, this tart comes home limpin’, right? Leg’s all fucked—thought she’d been hit by a car. I’m losin’ my mind, heart’s poundin’, “You daft cow, what’ve you done?!” Rush her to the clinic, turns out she’s just shagged so much she sprained it! Vet mate says, “Gordon, your cat’s a slag!” Fuckin’ fumin’—but also, respect, ya know? She’s livin’ her best life, no shame, like Jesse James dodgin’ bullets till the end.

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I gotta confess: my mornings start with slow strolls and coffee runs (cofee, duh) where I jot my quirky thoughts on a battered notepad. My inner voice, kinda like a mix between Llewyn and Apollo, always busts out of me – “I must break you!” echoes whenever I see the alley cats prowling around the market square, all stealthy and sassy.