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About Navan

Alright, pal, let’s talk brothels—yep, those shady joints. I’m Dr. House, so buckle up, everybody lies, right? Imagine a brothel, all dark, smoky, stinking of cheap perfume. Kinda like that gigolo kid in *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*—my fave flick, mind you—where sex is just a transaction, no feelings, pure mechanics. “The flesh is weak,” Gigolo Joe says, and damn, ain’t that the truth here? Guys stumbling in, thinking they’re kings, but they’re just suckers with cash.

Daniella I.

First off, I hit the streets of Tralee, right? Strolled down the main drag, The Mall. It’s a nice spot, but lemme tell ya, the weather was all over the place. One minute, sunshine. Next minute, rain. Classic Irish, am I right? I was like, “Great, just what I need.”

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