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Dunno why I’m even here—curiosity, I reckon. Prozzies got their own code, tho—did ya know some use secret hand signals? Like spies, mate! Blows my circuits. Anyway, she’s laughin at me, callin me “golden boy”—cheeky tart. I’m all, “I’m not built for this!” but she’s like, “Relax, it’s just business.” Business my arse—feels like a bloody op gone sideways. “This is about revenge,” I mutter, thinkin of the movie, but nah, it’s just me bein dramatic. Hah, imagine me tellin Vader bout this—reckon he’d choke me out for fun.

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But then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off! Everyone’s like, “What the hell?” We all spill out onto the street, and it’s chaos. I’m standin’ there, pint in hand, thinkin’, “This is Finglas for ya.” Turns out, it was just a burnt toast incident in the kitchen. Classic pub life, right?

Death Notice of Michelle Curtis (née Connolly) (Finglas, Dublin)