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About Navan

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not like, in a creepy way—get your mind outta the gutter! I mean “whore” as a concept, y’know? Like, what’s the deal with that word? It’s thrown around like confetti at a parade! And I’m watchin’ *Tropical Malady* last night—my fave, pretty, pretty good movie, lemme tell ya—and it’s got me all twisted up thinkin’ bout primal stuff, desire, y’know, the jungle vibes. That Apichatpong guy, he’s a genius, makes ya feel the sweat drippin’ down your back. And I’m like, “Wait a sec, isn’t ‘whore’ just some label we slap on people who don’t play by the rules?”

Unit 2B/38 Cavan Road, DRY CREEK

Crazy Cavan Grogan was a preservationist. Having discovered rock’n’roll as a seven-year-old in , via the Elvis film Loving You, he was mortified to find the music disappearing from the .

But then, outta nowhere, it started to rain. Like, seriously? I was soaked in seconds. We dashed into a shop on Bridge St. to wait it out. I was laughing so hard, I could barely breathe. Yuki was like, “This is the best day ever!” And I was like, “You’re insane!”

Appeal issued over missing Cavan teenager