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About Navan

Gets me ragin’, though—blokes droolin’ over her like dogs, tossin’ cash for a wink. What a bunch of muppets! But—fair play—she’s workin’ it, survivin’. Like Malik in *A Prophet*, “You do what you gotta do.” Respect, kinda. Surprised me once, read this bit online—some tart saved up, bought a flat! Who’d’ve thunk it? Whore with a mortgage—mental!

Lord Lucan's secret life in the Philippines revealed by British peer's widow

Wealthy aristocrat Lord Lucan was accused of killing his nanny and attacking his wife inside his London home. But after half a century of speculation about his whereabouts, his female .

As soon as I walk in, I see Mrs. O’Reilly. She’s like the library’s unofficial queen. Always has a million questions. Today, she’s on a mission to find a book about gardening. But not just any gardening—she wants to know how to grow tomatoes in winter. I’m like, “Mrs. O’Reilly, it’s Lucan, not the tropics!” But she’s relentless. I swear, she could outlast a zombie apocalypse with her determination.

Death Notice of Charlie (Christopher) Marten (Lucan, Dublin)