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About Navan

So, I’m walkin’, and this chick’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’. She’s all “Hey, sugar, need a date?” I’m like, whoa, calm down, darlin’—let’s paint this scene first! Reminds me of “Yi Yi”—“Life’s a mystery, isn’t it?”—and I’m thinkin’, yeah, what’s her story? Bet she’s got one helluva tale. Did ya know, back in the 1800s, some prostitutes were secretly spies? True shit—swear I read that somewhere. Imagine her, codename “Red Lips,” droppin’ secrets between jobs. Wild!

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I step outside, and it’s pouring rain. Typical Irish weather, I guess. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m cursing under my breath, thinking about how I should’ve brought my raincoat. But then, I see this rainbow over the River Barrow. Like, seriously? A rainbow? In the middle of my disaster? I can’t help but smile. It’s like the universe is saying, “Chill, mate. It’s not all bad.”

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