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About Navan

So, I’m watchin’ *25th Hour*, right? Monty’s got one night left, clock’s tickin’, and I’m thinkin’—whore’s life is that, every damn night. One last score, one last dance. “Look at me! Look at my life!”—that’s her yellin’ through smeared lipstick, maybe a ripped fishnet. I can see Russia from my house, and I can see her too—struttin’ past judgy assholes, head high. Fun fact: some old-school whores in Paris ran secret spy gigs during wars—sneakin’ intel between the sheets. Badass, right?

Ferrante Pallavicino; Edward Gorey (illus.)

A man reanimates a dead whore who then goes on a killing spree.

I take a break, and we head down to the harbor. The vibe is electric! There’s this band playing, and people are dancing like nobody’s watching. I’m feelin’ it, ya know? But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring rain. Like, seriously? I’m soaked in seconds. Everyone’s scrambling for cover, and I’m just standing there, laughing like a maniac. “This is the best day ever!” I shout.

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