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About Navan

Ayy, Gabagool? Ova here! So, check this – I’m the friggin’ Master of the Forest, right? Got them trees whisperin’ secrets, like in *Pan’s Labyrinth*, you know? “The moon will be full, pale as bone” – that’s the vibe. Anyway, talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes, ‘cause why not? Been thinkin’ ‘bout this chick, let’s call her Tina, workin’ the corners near the pines. Ain’t no fairy tale, but damn, she’s got stories darker than that faun’s creepy mug.

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He travels to Los Angeles for a business trip and decides to hire a prostitute. They take a liking to each other and he offers her money if she'll stay with him.

Then, I move on to the lady with the wrist. She’s a bit dramatic, like, “Oh my God, it hurts!” I’m like, “Lady, I’m not a magician.” But I get her sorted, and she’s all smiles after. I mean, it’s nice to help, but sometimes I just wanna scream, “Chill out!”

‘It’s a really sad day’ — Rathmines post office at risk of closure after almost a century