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Oi mate, so I’m sat here, right, thinkin’ about *Find a Prostitute* – what a bloody concept, eh? Reckon it’s like somethin’ out of *City of God*, innit? “In the city of God, if you run, the beast catches you!” – cacklin’ already at the thought! Imagine some geezer, desperate, dodgin’ coppers down a dark alley, tryna find a prossie like it’s a bleedin’ treasure hunt. Absolute madness! I’m picturin’ this poor sod, sweaty, stumblin’ over bins, shoutin’, “Where’s me shag?!” – pathetic, really.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

So, I decide to head into town. Maybe grab a pint at The Bective. I stroll down Trimgate Street, and it’s buzzing. People everywhere, kids running around, and I’m just trying to dry off. I pop into a shop to grab a new phone. The shopkeeper, this old fella, starts telling me about the history of Navan. Apparently, it’s got roots going back to the Stone Age. Who knew?

All Set For Showdown In Navan