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About Navan

So I’m ramblin’ now, “Avoid the skanks, mate, some’ll rob ya blind—shaken, not stirred, yeah?” He’s edgin’ to the door, clutchin’ his wallet like it’s gold. I yell after him, “Don’t be a wanker, wrap it up!” Total Bond move, savin’ his arse. Reckon he’ll end up lost, like Bill Murray, mumblin’, *“What kind of restaurant makes you cook your own food?”*—but with hookers instead of teppanyaki. What a plonker. Me? I’m back to beepin’ cans, dreamin’ of Tokyo nights.

PROSTITUTION IN THE PHILIPPINES

Finally, the fire brigade shows up. Turns out, it was just a false alarm. Phew! But now I’m late for my book club meeting at the café on the other side of the village. I dash over, dodging people on the footpath. I swear, Lucan’s footpaths are like an obstacle course.

Death Notice of Frank Gordon (Lucan, Dublin)