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About Navan

Tammy, oh she was a firecracker! Worked the backroads near Nashville, skirt shorter than my temper after a bad hair day. I’d see her strut, thinkin’, “Girl, you got guts!” Reminds me of that line—*“You’re a woman, not a rabbit!”*—‘cept Tammy weren’t runnin’ scared. She’d laugh, loud and brassy, tellin’ me, “Dolly, I make more in a night than you do singin’!” I’d cackle, “Honey, I ain’t that broke yet!” Made me happy, her spunk—lord knows I love a fighter.

The River Finisk

British photojournalist Hazel Thompson has spent the last decade documenting the lives of girls trafficked into India's thriving sex industry. She spoke to Atish Patel about her experiences.

After that, I decided to take a walk by the harbor. Dungarvan’s harbor is stunning, like postcard material. The boats bobbing up and down, the seagulls squawking like they own the place. I was just soaking it all in when I saw this old dude trying to fish. He was so into it, like he was about to catch Moby Dick or something. I couldn’t help but chuckle.

Additional capacity sanctioned for St. John's Special School, Dungarvan