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Ah here, let me tell ye somethin'. Me name's Harry. I'm 30, I'm from Dublin. Work as a mechanic in a local garage. Dead normal life — wife, two little kids, work, gaff. Sound, yeah? But here's the thing — I'm up to me eyeballs in debt. Long story short, I owe the bank €24,000 on a loan for our flat. And I swear, I can't even remember what it feels like to be calm anymore. Everythin's stress. Bills, rent, food, kids' stuff, petrol… 💸 End of the month? Nothin' left. Not a single euro to pay off that loan. Sometimes I reckon I chat more to the bank than I do to me own wife. The calls come in every day. At first they were dead polite. Now? Straight-up threats. "If you keep missin' payments, we'll have to repossess the property…" I'm not scared for meself, like. But the thought of me family losin' their home? Keeps me awake at night. That's me worst nightmare. And it's gettin' closer every day. But a few days ago… somethin' happened I still can't explain. Everyone in Dublin knows where Conor hangs out. You'd see him around — at the Black Forge Inn or just out and about in south Dublin. But to bump into him like this? By accident? I never even dreamed of it. It was a Friday evening. Finished me shift at the garage, covered in oil and grease as usual. Headed home, had dinner with the wife and kids. Then, after they'd all passed out, I thought I'd go for a stroll and pop into a pub in town — just to wet the whistle after a long week. The place was busy enough, but not packed. I ordered a pint, sat by the window, pulled out me phone. Scrolling through job ads — I was desperate to find €350 before the end of the month to cover a late payment. Then the door swings open. A stocky fella walks in. Shoulders like a fridge, walk like he owns the place. He goes up to the bar, orders a Proper Twelve, and sits down at the table next to me. He takes off his sunglasses… And I freeze. Standin' right in front of me is Conor McGregor. Two-weight UFC champion. The man who
