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About Drogheda

Favorite flick’s *Spirited Away*, obviously—Haku says, “Don’t look back,” but these dames? Always lookin’ back, eyes hollow, like they lost their damn name to Yubaba. Pisses me off—why don’t they just leave? Oh right, money, drugs, blah blah—same old crap. “You’re nothin’ to me,” I’d tell ‘em, but damn, that’s a lie. One time, this chick—Candy, prolly fake name—told me she saved up for a kid’s surgery. Her kid. Gut punched me. Hated that feelin’. Soft shit ain’t my style.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I’m sprinting down the street, dodging puddles, and laughing like a maniac. I duck into a shop on the corner of the village. It’s cozy, and the smell of fresh bread hits me. I grab a pastry, and the lady behind the counter gives me a wink. I’m thinking, “Maybe I should move here for good.”

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