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About Navan

Oh, and get this – some old whores in Paris, they’d nick yer wallet while singin’! Proper cheeky, like. Pissed me off when I read that, but also, fair play, y’know? Gotta respect the hustle. “Sharon!” – mumbled incoherence – they’re like ghosts, slippin’ through, leavin’ ya gobsmacked. Anyway, mate, that’s me take on whores – mad, bad, and bloody brilliant. Catch ya later, yeah?

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But then, I remember I promised my sister I’d help her with her garden. Ugh! Family obligations, right? So, I head back to the job. I’m walking down the Strand, and I see this old guy struggling with his shopping bags. I rush over, help him out. He’s all grateful, and I’m like, “No worries, mate. Just doing my bit.”

In Ringsend, a baker rolls out chewy New York bagels