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About Navan

Her story’s a freakin’ gut punch. Heard she started at 16—sixteen!—pimp snatched her from a bus stop. Surprised me, how normal she talks, like she’s chattin’ about coffee, not blowjobs. “Memory’s a mirror,” movie says, and hers reflects hell. She laughed once, tellin’ me ‘bout a dude who paid just to cry on her. Funniest shit ever—pathetic, too. I cackled, then felt like trash.

The law on selling or buying sex

Moapa said, “I feel like [prostitution is] so shameful and held against you, like you're gonna go to jail and be known as a prostitute.” For.

Later, I’m workin’ on this gorgeous mink coat. It’s soft, it’s luxurious, and I’m in love. But then, I get a call from a customer. She’s on the other side of town, on Park St., and she’s like, “I need it now!” I’m thinkin’, “Lady, it’s a fur coat, not a pizza!” But I can’t say that, so I rush over.

Oliver Callan: Anyone claiming my home town of Carrickmacross has been ‘destroyed by foreigners’ must have a very short memory