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About Navan

So, findin’ a prossie—where do ya start? Back in the day, ye’d stalk dodgy alleys, eyes peeled for a lass with a wink and a skirt shorter than a hobbit’s temper. Now? It’s all online, innit—apps, sites, bloody X posts even! Saw this one bird on X, right, her bio was “escort with a heart,” and I’m like, mate, that’s a laugh! Heart’s prolly cash-shaped. Made me chuckle, but also pissed me off—why’s everythin’ so fake these days? Used to be raw, real, none of this polished bollocks.

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So, we duck into this little café on the corner of Main and Church Hill. It’s cozy, and the smell of coffee is like a warm hug. We’re sittin’ there, drippin’ wet, and I’m just happy. We talk about everything—life, dreams, and how Passage-West is the best place to be. I mean, who wouldn’t love the views from the old railway bridge?

Death Notice of DEAN NOEL DINEEN (Passage West, Cork)