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About Navan

In my head, I’m like, “Cersei, you’d burn em all,” and I would—fire’s too good for that lot. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but who cares? They’re dirt under my silk slippers. Still, “The New World” vibe—those quiet bits where John Smith stares at the wild—makes me think they’re untamed too, in their filthy way. Wild things, no chains but the ones they choose. Funny, innit? I’d still gut em for lookin at Jaime wrong. Cheers to that, eh!

Prostituierte

By the afternoon, I’m running on fumes. I’ve dealt with lost pets, flat tires, and a million traffic jams. But then, I get a call from a kid. He’s lost his way to the playground by the River Little. I’m like, “Kid, just follow the sound of laughter!” But I guide him anyway. It’s kinda sweet, you know?

Birr student becomes ‘Solicitor of the Future’