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About Navan

So, I’m thinkin’, right, how’s a bloke s’posed to pick one? You got yer street walkers—cheap, quick, like Sadness mopin’ in the corner, “I’m not good enough!”—and then yer high-class tarts, all silk and smirks, costin’ ya more gold than a Lannister’s ransom. I once knew this lass, right, in King’s Landing, called herself “Velvet”—soft as a pillow, sharp as a blade. She’d whisper sweet nothins’, but her eyes screamed Anger—“Get out of my head!”—and I swear, she’d rob ya blind while smilin’. Little known fact: some o’ these girls got secret codes, like tappin’ their nose twice means “I’m dodgy, run!” Saw it meself—saved me arse once.

Evening Update

According to a website featuring advertisements from sex workers for locations across the country, there were 65 offering their services in Cork.

Finally, I get the report done. I send it off just in time. I’m feeling like a champ! But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my mate, Sean. He’s like, “Let’s hit up the English Market after work!” I’m like, “Dude, I just survived a war zone here!” But I can’t resist. The English Market is legendary.

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