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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.

Hoofdnavigatie

So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, right? The sun’s shining, birds chirping, all that cliché stuff. I grab my coffee from the local café on De Molenstraat. Best coffee in town, no cap. I’m sippin’ my latte, feeling like a boss. Then, boom! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Jeroen. He’s like, “Dude, meet me at the Markt!”

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