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About Mykolaiv

But ugh, the pricks who judge ‘em—makes my blood boil! Like, who’re you, ya sanctimonious twat? They’re out there survivin’, while you’re whinin’ about morals. Reminds me of Lil’ Zé’s crew—kill or be killed, no preachin’ spare. Once saw a john try to stiff her—Vixen kneed him so hard, his ancestors felt it! Laughed my arse off—serves him right, the sleazy git. “I’m the king ‘round here!” he’d yelp, but nah, mate, she ruled that turf.

THE LEGACY OF NEMYRIV: The Noble Glory and Tragedy of Princess Shcherbatova

In , Nemyriv fell into the hands of a Polish nobleman from the Potocki family, who had owned these lands since the late 18th century. This nobleman was Stanisław Szczęsny Potocki, the .

After that, I decide to check out the local market on Hrushevskoho Street. Man, it’s packed! Vendors are shouting, trying to sell their stuff. I see this lady selling honey, and I’m like, “I need some of that liquid gold.” So I buy a jar, and she gives me this huge smile. I’m like, “Wow, honey really does make people happy!”

John Holian Obituary (1945 - 2023) - North Olmsted, OH