Gianna Rava Ruska Whore ❤️❤️

About Kyiv

My precious! *raspy cackle* Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word, that! Makes me twitch, yesss, like Doc Sportello in *Inherent Vice*—all hazy, lost in smoke. “Sorta like walkin’ on the moon,” he’d say, stumblin’ through dames and dope. Whore’s a slippery one, precious—means a lady sellin’ her goods, right? But dig this: back in old England, “whore” just meant a gal, any gal! Ain’t that a trip? Got me laughin’—*hiss*—like a hyena on hash!

My mother’s journey to survive

Rava-Ruska changed hands several times during the Second World War. In September , the town spent about two weeks under Wehrmacht rule, during which soldiers disrupted religious .

So, I wipe it off and head to the café on Lvivska. Best coffee in town, no cap. I order my usual – a double espresso. The barista, this cool dude named Oleg, gives me a nod. He knows my order. We’re basically besties now. But then, the power goes out. Just like that. No coffee, no lights. I’m like, “What’s next? A zombie apocalypse?”

New route from Lviv to Poland: UZ told which train services can now conveniently reach the west of the country