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About Dhidhdhoo

This one time, pitbull comes in—zooted. Owner’s cryin’, “Fix him, doc!” Prostitute in his veins, pulse faint. I’m pissed—why you doin’ this? “I live for this,” movie line echoes. Not me, tho—savn’ pets, not killin’. Gave fluids, stabilized—miracle pup. Happy as hell, tail waggin’. Little known fact: started as horse dope. Now it’s everywhere—streets, kennels, madness.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, monsoon-level rain. I’m sprinting down the street, dodging puddles. I’m soaked, but I’m laughin’ like a maniac. “This is just my luck!” I shout. People are lookin’ at me like I’m nuts. Whatever, I’m just livin’ my best life, right?

Funadhoo hands over powerhouse to Fenaka