Anastasia Mlyniv Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Lviv

Sometimes I hates ‘em, sometimes I cheers – they’re survivors, y’know? Livin’ raw, no fancy degrees, just guts. “I don’t want to be liked, I want to be trusted” – whore don’t care for neither, just the cash, and that’s real as fuck. Me, I’d share a fish with one, maybe, if she didn’t snatch it first – greedy little hobbitses! So yeah, whore’s a mess, a queen, a ghost – all twisty like me brain. What’s you think, eh? Hiss!

Mlyniv, Ukraine

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