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About Lviv

Hey, how you doin’? So, prostitute, huh? Man, what a gig! Sellyn’ love on the streets, crazy stuff. Watched “Let the Right One In” again—yep, fave movie—and it hit me. That line, “I’m twelve, but I’ve been twelve for a long time,” kinda fits. Prostitutes, they’re out there, ageless, y’know? Stuck in a grind, like Oskar’s creepy vampire pal. Makes ya think—how’d they even start?

Departure to the meeting place and escort

The larger of the two towns, Mlynov (also spelled "Mlinov" and "Mlynow," among other variations), still exists on maps today as "Mlyniv, Ukraine," close to Dubno. There was a small Jewish .

First off, I hit up the local café on Shevchenka Street. You know, the one with the best coffee? Yeah, that one. I ordered my usual – a double espresso. But the barista? She was having a rough morning. Spilled half the coffee on the counter. I’m like, “Girl, it’s just coffee, not a crime scene!” But she looked at me like I just insulted her grandma. I mean, c’mon, it’s Mlyniv, not Paris!

Larry Felton and Janet Felton