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So I roll up, all ominous-like. “You either die a hero…” or you pay up, right? This chick—let’s call her Candy—leans in, smirkin’. “Hey, big guy, got credits?” I’m like, “I find your lack of faith disturbing.” She laughs—nervy broad! I respect that. We haggle—20 creds, 30 creds—damn, inflation’s a bitch. She’s got this scar, right across her cheek. “Joker did it,” she says. I’m thinkin’, “Bitch, please, I’d choke him first.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s my story!

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I step outside, and it’s pouring rain. Typical Irish weather, I guess. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m cursing under my breath, thinking about how I should’ve brought my raincoat. But then, I see this rainbow over the River Barrow. Like, seriously? A rainbow? In the middle of my disaster? I can’t help but smile. It’s like the universe is saying, “Chill, mate. It’s not all bad.”

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