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I got mad once, tho—some jerk stiffed a girl, ran off laughin’. Made my green blood boil! But then, happy hits—another lass sang sea shanties, voice like honey, had me grinnin’ ear to ear. Surprised me too—didn’t expect heart in a place like that. “You can’t fake a miracle,” like Theo says, and damn, that was one! Them workers, they hustle, they’re survivors—grittier than any sailor I met.

Andreea T.

Then, outta nowhere, my mate Sean bursts in. He’s all flustered, talkin’ about some “emergency” at the pub down the road. Apparently, the Guinness tap broke. I’m like, “Seriously? That’s the crisis of the day?” But Sean’s face is all serious, so I know it’s a big deal. I’m thinkin’, “What’s next? A cat stuck in a tree?”

Sligo orthopaedic theatre 'not fit for purpose'