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About Navan

I pull up, heart racin’, palms sweaty—damn, why’m I nervous? “You only live once,” I mutter, YOLO, bruh. She’s there, leanin’ on a lamppost, lookin’ like she owns the block. I’m like, “Yo, what’s good?” She smirks, eyes sharp, says, “Time’s money, pretty boy.” I laugh—damn, she’s cold! Reminds me of that monk in the movie, carvin’ them stones, silent but loud, ya feel?

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Being a Single Bachelor, I am amicable to a Nice Manx Girl who might have a Fancy for a guy like me becoming Pen Pals and maybe coming over to Canada.

Finally, I get to the hotel, and guess what? The meeting’s been moved to the other side of town. Great. So, I’m racing down the Promenade, dodging tourists like I’m in some kind of video game. I mean, come on, people! It’s not that hard to walk in a straight line!

Poem of the week: Vergissmeinnicht by Keith Douglas