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About Navan

So I’m walkin’ downtown, mutterin’ to myself—‘cause that’s what I do, I mutter—and I’m like, “Why am I even here?” Findin’ a prostitue ain’t like pickin’ up bagels! I see this gal, smokin’ a cigarette, leanin’ on a pole—real cliché, right? I’m thinkin’, “She’s no Eilis Lacey!” In *Brooklyn*, she’s all, “I’ll write home!” This chick’s writin’ nothin’—maybe a parking ticket. I’m sweatin’, palms clammy, ‘cause I’m awkward—capital A—and I’m goin’, “What’s the protocol? Do I wave? Haggle? I’m not a haggler!”

Is the Catholic Church the Whore of Babylon?

So, I grab my gear and head down to the charcoal pit. It’s on the outskirts, near the river. Beautiful spot, really. The water’s glistening, and I’m feelin’ all zen. But then, outta nowhere, this kid on a bike zooms past me, splashes mud all over my boots. I’m like, “Seriously, dude?!” I mean, I just cleaned these!

Blackrock-Passage West Greenway Temporarily Opens for Cork City Marathon