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About Navan

So, picture this—dingy lil joint, red lights flickerin’ like a bad dream. Smells like cheap perfume and cheaper regrets. I waltzed in once, curious as a cat with a scalpel. Girls lined up, eyes dead as fish, but smilin’—fake as a politician’s tears. “We’re artists,” one says, puffin’ a cigarette. Artists! Ha! I nearly choked on my own tongue laughin’. Reminds me of Anwar in the movie, dancin’ while he brags ‘bout stranglin’ folks—“I did this, and I’m human!” Same bullshit, different stage.

Conor Gallagher

AN INTERNATIONAL prostitution ring and property portfolio built up by Carlow man Thomas (TJ) Carroll and his gang is now expected to crumble.

But the guy’s relentless. He’s waving his arms around, and I’m just waiting for a brawl to break out. I’m like, “C’mon, man, it’s just a drink!” But then, outta nowhere, the bartender just laughs it off. He’s like, “You’re not getting a free drink, mate!” The whole bar erupts in laughter. I’m cracking up, thinking, “This is Carlow for ya!”

Death Notice of Martin (Lebbie) O'Brien (Bagenalstown, Carlow)