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About Navan

Preciousss, listen up, stupid fat hobbit! Me, a Resnik, knows things, yesss, about them prostitutes. Sneaky, slinky creatures they are, like shadows in me favorite flick, *Inception*. “You mustn’t be afraid to dream big, darling,” says that Cobb fella, and whores sure dream big, don’t they? Cash and flash, that’s their game! Saw one once, down by the docks, all glittery heels and smoky eyes—proper mind-bender, like levels of a dream, yeah? Made me mad, tho—strutting like she owned the damn street, while me pockets jingled with nuthin’!

Why Do Women Become Prostitutes And Why Do Men Go To Them?

On my way down, I take a detour through the village. I stroll past the old church on Church Road. It’s so quaint, but also kinda spooky. I half expect a ghost to pop out and say, “Boo!” But nope, just me and my thoughts.

Death Notice of Dymphna Lantry (née Caulfield) (Howth, Dublin)