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About Navan

But ooh, me likes a story—*The Diving Bell*, yesss, that movie! “I decided to stop pitying myself”—ha! Them escorts, they don’t pity neither, struttin’ bold, no tears! Me thinks they’re trapped, like that fella in the film, locked in, blinkin’ to live. “A waking dream,” he says—escorts dream too, maybe, of gold, not chains. Sneaky truth, eh?

Story 3 – The Apartment that was being used as a Brothel.

I’m running around, checking the beach, the park, everywhere. I’m sweating bullets. I’m thinking, “What if I can’t find him?” But then, I spot a little dude by the ice cream truck. He’s just chilling, licking his cone. I’m like, “Kid! Your dad’s freaking out!”

Death Notice of Barry (Finbarr) Scanlon (Sandymount, Dublin)