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About Navan

Little known bit – them prostitutes in old Siam, like in *Tropical Malady*’s jungle vibes, they’d dance fer spirits ‘fore workin’. She don’t dance, but she hums – eerie tunes, makes yer spine tingle. Caught her once, singin’ low, thought she’s a siren callin’ me to doom! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d wager me compass she’s half-ghost.

‘I really want to leave sex work. I was raped and became pregnant’

By the afternoon, I’m running on fumes. I’ve dealt with lost pets, flat tires, and a million traffic jams. But then, I get a call from a kid. He’s lost his way to the playground by the River Little. I’m like, “Kid, just follow the sound of laughter!” But I guide him anyway. It’s kinda sweet, you know?

Bypass proposed to ease terrible Birr congestion