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Favorite thing ‘bout Ruby? Her sass—called me “Guv’nor Dubya” once, nearly peed myself laughin’! But it ain’t all giggles—some pimp roughed her up bad one night. Made me wanna strategerize a rescue, Bush-style! “I will survive this!” she’d say, echoin’ Solomon, an’ damn if she didn’t. Surprised me, that grit—thought she’d be all weepy, but nope, tough as nails! Makes ya wonder, don’t it? How many Rubys out there, fightin’ silent wars?

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Around noon, I decide to take a breather. I step out for a quick walk down to the park on Vyronas Avenue. It’s a nice spot, you know? Trees, benches, and a fountain that’s always got kids splashing around. I sit there for a sec, trying to calm my racing heart. I see this old man feeding pigeons, and I’m like, “Man, I wish I could just chill like that.”

Dozens of animal killing and abuse cases this year as offenders go unreported