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Hello everyone. This isn't a great post for OnlyFans but I have no other place to put it. What's going on? Did I get laid last night? That's the million-dollar question. The answer is a technical no, as in I did not. Which sucks. It wasn't my fault, nor was it his fault. It was my sadistic, horrific neighbor's fault. I have the pleasure of living next door to the crappiest house on my street. It's a rental house, and some stripper is living in it at the moment. One would think that would be heaven for me. It is anything but that. She is one fucked up individual, giving the entire stripping industry a bad name. Drugs, alcohol, the parties start at 4 am when the club lets out. The whole street is allying against her, and I have officially joined as of last night. I am a strict believer in discussing things face to face, no cops, no code enforcement, just be normal people and come to an understanding and compromise. I have done that, and it has been very successful. They have parked everywhere except my yard, which has caused some to think we are in cahoots with each other. We are not. I simply stated my case, and she instructed her club cronies not to park in my yard. Plus, I took care of her two Great Dane puppies, who are no longer puppies but massive dogs. I bathed them because they smelled like shit. They smelled like shit because they were caged/crated in their own shit. I cleaned the shit, trying to understand why someone would allow their animals to be without water, food, and living in their own shit. I kept them in my own backyard because I have a 6-foot fence and the largest lot on the entire street. I put flea and tick medicine on them because they were infested. It worked. It had to because they were socialized by my two Pit Bulls and one 15lb terrier of some sort, and I couldn't have fleas and ticks transferring from them to my dogs. I had to walk them home because she would just assume to leave them with me. They got to my house in the first place because she would leave them out in her front yard with a beat-up 4-ft fence they basically could just hop over without effort. Then they would immediately be at my front door barking until I let them in for water and snacks. I have three dogs—two large ones, one small. I can't add two more massive animals as extraordinary as they are. It wouldn't be fair to any of them, and I don't have the resources to care for that many dogs, especially of that size. Anyways, what happened yesterday? I haven't seen her for three or four days. The dogs were never outside, but I could hear them howling. I tried to ignore it, thinking maybe I just didn't see her coming and going. I didn't want to be the person who jumped to conclusions. I couldn't stand it anymore, and right before I was going out on my fuck date, I had to look. I could smell it before I got there. No, they were not dead, I want to get that out upfront. But the entire house was and still is covered in waste and garbage. The two dogs were stuffed in a single crate designed for a dog half their size. They couldn't even lay down without one laying on top of the other. They were covered in their own filth because they hadn't been let out for days. They had no water, no food, just two dogs stuffed into an undersized steel cage. All the doors, all the windows, they are all locked up tight. So I call the cops. They come out and agree it's animal abuse but call the landlord first. He comes out and calls the tenant, and she says she was there all day and fed them. The shit everywhere tells a different story. They ask her where she is and to come to the house. She won't do it. They inform her that animal abuse is a felony in Florida. She hangs up. The cops call animal control, and they are closed but promise to come out sometime on Monday. I agree to take the dogs till someone comes for them. The landlord then refuses to open the door. Saying he will be sued if he lets them take the dogs. The cops don't know what to do, so they fill out some paperwork and talk amongst each other, then announce that animal control will be out Monday. I told them I would get into the house on my own, and they warned me about breaking the law. I told them if someone weren't here by the morning, I would deal with that as it comes, but I was going in the house. I went to the house with a hammer this morning at 7 am. Both dogs of the dogs were gone. The house remains covered in crap. The stench is unbearable once you get near it. They came in the middle of the night to get the dogs. They are now out of my sight and hearing, making life easier for me because eventually, I'll forget about it now that they are no longer here. That doesn't help these dogs. They will continue to live and probably die this miserable life. The story remains the same for them. Just the surroundings have changed. I feel like I have let them down.