After that night, Aanya fell into a rhythm. Every evening, she stepped into The Butterfly Café, letting its purple neon lights wash over her. On an average night, she earned around 4,000 to 5,000-more money than she ever had working at the hospital. She had stopped feeling the sting of shame; now, she simply went through the motions, numb to the hands that touched her.
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😸🧡I feed stray animals, and a good portion of what I earn goes toward their care. If you’d like to support this cause, you can contribute with a donation—it would mean a lot to them and me!🤎🐶
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