Don't let my name fool you, I was born on the streets of Mexico. My adopted mom's then roommate brought me home after a 2am trip to the hamburger cart. I was covered in fleas and just a tiny little thing. My new mom gave me gentle dawn dishsoap baths because I was too small for the medicine, until all my fleas and sores went away. I don't always know why she does what she does but ever since then I trust she's trying to make me feel better now.

I'm pretty good at picking fights but I'm terrible at winning them. So that's fun. My little shit brother gets to go outside but I stick closer to home- balcony life is enough for me these days.

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