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About Navan

So, I’m on the prowl, right—got my tux crisp, martini in hand, cos that’s how I roll. Findin’ a prossie ain’t just a quick shag, nah, it’s a bloody art. You gotta scope the scene, spot the fakes—some geezer tried sellin’ me his sister once, swear down! Made me proper mad, that did—cheeky sod. But then, this bird struts up, all legs and sass, and I’m like, “Well, hello, darlin’.” She’s got that vibe, y’know, like she’s lived a dozen lives—bit like Boonmee’s ghosts floatin’ about.

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I rush outta the café and head towards Patrick Street. The shops are buzzing, and I’m trying to focus, but there’s this street performer playing the fiddle. He’s amazing! I stop for a sec, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re killing it!” He gives me a wink, and I toss him a couple of coins.

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