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About Navan

So, picture this: I’m on the beach, waves crashin’, and I spot this chick—total whore energy, but I mean that as a compliment, kay? She’s rockin’ this skimpy bikini, struttin’ like she owns the sand. I’m like, “Yaaas, queen, do you!” Reminds me of when Toni’s dad crashes that party—zero shame, just vibes. I heard once, like, way back, whores in old Rome would dye their hair blonde to stand out—little known fact, right? Wild! Imagine me, Kim K, blonde and savin’ lives—iconic.

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Streets of Arklow with Mick Hucknall has been included in Rolling Stone's tracks of the year so far. Duets: Re-working The Catalogue is.

After that, I’m starving. I wander over to the Quay. The fish and chips there are legendary. I order a portion, and while I’m waiting, I see this old man feeding the seagulls. I swear, those birds are like little flying rats. They swoop in, and I’m half-expecting one to steal my food. But the old dude just laughs. “They’re harmless,” he says. I’m like, “Yeah, until they take my dinner!”

Volunteers turn out in force for Arklow’s annual Spring Clean