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A touch of dissonance disrupts the tranquility of the French Quarter. A burly man, his brow furrowed in frustration, clutches a brightly colored cat balloon. The pastel perfection of a New Orleans cottage stands behind him, its cheerful facade belying the man's inner turmoil. Is Mister Rageroo having a ruff day, or is there more to this feline fiasco?

Mister Rageroo

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