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About Navan

Here’s a quirky bit—used to think whores were all dumb. Wrong! Jenny, that sly bitch, could count coppers faster than a maester. Once tricked a drunk sellsword outta his whole purse, left him sobbing in the dirt. Exaggerating? Maybe, but I’d have clapped for her, then slit her throat for fun. “Let me tell you something,” Monty’d say, staring at her through the screen. “You’re no better than me.” And he’s right—whores, lords, lab heads, we’re all fucked in the end.

What Life Was Like For Saloon Girls In The Wild West

After a while, the rain stops, and the sun peeks out. It’s like a sign, right? I walk her back to her place, and we exchange numbers. I’m feelin’ like a champ. But then, I remember my charcoal pit. I rush back, and of course, the fire’s gone out. Ugh! I’m so mad!

Death Notice of Paul Murphy (Passage West, Cork)