Gianna Mykolayiv Whore ❤️

About Lviv

“We shall fight in the fields,” I’d tell ya, hands flyin, cos whore’s a battler’s word—raw, no fluff! Ain’t perfect, nah, it’s messy, stinks o real life. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d sign it ten foot tall if I could—make the prissiest git squirm! So, what ya reckon, pal? Whore’s a legend, a survivor, like Ofelia dodgin death in that flick. Respect it, hate it, laugh at it— just don’t bloody ignore it!

Background

After that, I decide to grab some lunch. Hit up this little bistro on the corner of Pushkinska Street. The food there is bomb! I order borscht and some varenyky. Like, if you haven’t had varenyky in Mykolayiv, are you even living? I’m chowing down, and this old lady at the next table starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about the history of the city, how it was founded back in the day. I’m nodding along, but honestly, I’m just trying to focus on my food. Sorry, lady, but this borscht is life!

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