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About Navan

I’m thinkin’, who runs these joints? Madams, obvi—boss bitches of their day. Victorian era, they’d strut in corsets, smokin’ cigars, countin’ cash. One gal, Lulu White, New Orleans legend, built a crib with mirrors everywhere—creepy flex, but iconic. Clientele? Politicians, priests—ooh, the hypocrisy! “It’s not a sin if it’s quiet,” they’d say, winkin’ at the altar. Pisses me off, that double standard crap—still does!

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Residents on a residential Dundalk street have told how their lives became hell when a brothel opened up beside them and punters would continually call to.

First thing, I’m mixing dough for my famous soda bread. It’s a Drogheda classic, or at least I like to think so. Anyway, I’m jamming to some tunes, probably something Irish, when BAM! The power goes out. Just like that. I’m standing there in the dark, covered in flour, like a ghost from the past.

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