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About Lviv

Me, I’m torn—makes me mad, seein’ folk trapped there, like lost boys in that movie. “Where’s the shore?” they’d ask, stuck in muck. But then, I’m chuffed some choose it—freedom, innit? Power in sayin’, “This is mine!” You shall not pass judgment, I say, ‘til ya know their tale. Once heard of this lass in Amsterdam—Red Light District, yeah?—she paid her uni fees dancin’ in windows. Smart as a whip, she was! Beats slingin’ chips at a greasy spoon, eh?

Sex and the City: Prostitutes in St. Petersburg before the Revolution

So, I clean myself up (kinda) and head over to the café on Haharina Street. You know the one with the best coffee? I order a cappuccino, and the barista, this cool dude, gives me a free pastry. I’m like, “Wow, thanks, man!” But then I realize it’s a poppy seed roll. I’m allergic to poppy seeds! I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need—an allergic reaction in Petropavlivka.”

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