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About Mykolaiv

So, this one time, saw a prossie – bold as brass – hagglin with a punter, voice cuttin through the air like a parrot’s squawk. Made me happy, that grit, that fire! Reminds me of Margaret’s chaos, all that raw emotion spillin out. Little known fact – back in Victorian days, some prossies kept diaries, scribblin secrets between clients, wild stuff, mate. Imagine that – ink smudged with tears, or maybe gin. Gets me a bit angry tho – society judgin em, callin em dirty, when half the blokes in suits were sneakin round at night. Hypocrisy, stinks worse than a dead fish.

Staryj Sambir

Před druhou světovou válkou Staryj Sambir patřil Polsku a žila zde početná židovská komunita. Dodnes můžeme ve městě najít spustlou synagogu a židovský hřbitov. Po válce město .

I head outta my little house on Shevchenka Street. It’s a cozy spot, but man, the walls are thin. I can hear my neighbor’s cat fighting with a raccoon. Classic Staryi-Sambir, I guess. Anyway, I grab my stick and head towards the fields.

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