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About Navan

Alright, y’all, let’s talk brothels! Picture this—me, Dr. Phil, sittin’ in my ol’ Southern rocker, sippin’ sweet tea, thinkin’ ‘bout them houses of ill repute. Now, I ain’t judgin’, but I’m wonderin’, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” Ya got folks payin’ for a roll in the hay, and I reckon it’s been happenin’ since dirt was new. Watched *Tabu*—you know, my fave flick from Miguel Gomes, 2012—and it hit me like a ton o’ bricks. That line, “The past is a forbidden paradise,” fits brothels to a T. Ain’t that somethin’? History’s full o’ these joints, sneaky lil’ secrets tucked in every town.

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First off, I hit up the local café on Strand Road. You know, the one with the best scones? Yeah, that one. I order my usual—coffee and a scone. But guess what? They’re out of scones! Like, how do you run out of scones in the morning? I’m standing there, all grumpy, thinking, “What’s next? No tea in Ireland?”

Death Notice of Dermot Buckley (Portmarnock, Dublin)