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About Navan

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ bout findin’ a prossie, yeah? Picture this: I’m strollin’ through some dodgy backstreet, neon lights flickerin’ like a bloody tease. Reminds me of that flick I love—*Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*. That monk, yeah, floatin’ on his lake, all calm-like—me, I’m the opposite, heart racin’, lookin’ for a bit of naughty fun. “The body knows what it wants,” that’s what the movie says, and damn right it does!

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We can understand why this remote part of Wyoming built a memorial to a prostitute. They were grateful just to have one. The grave of "Mother Featherlegs" Shepard is on all the maps, but .

So, I’m walkin’ back, and I see this street performer on Oak St. He’s playin’ the guitar and singin’ some catchy tune. I couldn’t help but stop and listen. He was actually pretty good! I tossed him a couple bucks, and he gave me a shout-out. Felt like a rockstar for a sec.

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