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I’d be stitchin’ up a tabby, and she’d pop in—askin’ for flea meds! For HERSELF! I hollered, “GURL, I ain’t that kinda doctor!” Made me mad as a wet hen—tryna use my vet skills for her itchy situation! But I laughed too, ‘cause she bold. Hella bold. Little known fact: she once paid me with a half-eaten pork chop. Swear on my granny’s grave! Said it was “good faith.” I was like, “Faith don’t fry, honey!”

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This is the biggest underground bestseller in the history of Cuban literature. Even when it had not yet been published, thousands of bootleg copies.

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, Havarna really knows how to throw a curveball. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s blazin’ through my window on Strada Călărași. I’m like, “Great, another day of shearin’ sheep.” But nah, today was anything but normal.

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