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About Kyiv

But here’s the kicker—did ya know some prossies back in the day used coded ads in papers? Like, “French lessons” meant a blowie. Crafty, eh? Bet MI6 coulda used that for spyin’. Anyway, this bird, she’s givin’ me the eye, and I’m thinkin’, “This could go tits up.” Reminds me of that line, “You’re late again!”—Otilia screamin’ at Gabita. Felt like I was late to somethin’ dodgy too.

detailed map of Broshniv-Osada and near places

First off, I hit up the local café on Shevchenka Street. You know, the one with the weirdly good coffee? I order my usual – a cappuccino with extra foam. I’m all set to enjoy my morning when BAM! This cat just jumps on my table. Like, excuse me, Mr. Whiskers, I didn’t order a side of feline! I’m trying to sip my coffee, and this little furball is eyeing my croissant like it’s a Michelin star dish. I shoo it away, but it just stares at me like I’m the villain in a cat movie.

Prayer for the Repose of His Beatitude Sviatoslav’s Father on the First Anniversary of His Passing in Stryi