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About Navan

Hmm, brothel, you say? A mountain guide, I am, but thoughts on this, I got! Dirty, wild place it is, brothel—makes me laugh, it does. Up in the peaks, pure air I breathe, but down there? Phew, stench of lust, y’know? Reminds me, it does, of *Blue Is the Warmest Color*—passion, raw it was, like brothel vibes. “I have no imagination,” Adèle said once, but brothel? Imagination runs wild there, hah!

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Around noon, I finally get a breather. I grab a quick bite at the local café on Emmet Street. Best scones in town, no joke! I sit down, take a deep breath, and just enjoy the moment. But of course, that doesn’t last long. My phone buzzes again. It’s a driver stuck at the roundabout near the Birr Castle. I’m like, “Dude, it’s a roundabout! Just go!” But no, he’s panicking. I can’t help but laugh.

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