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Now, I ain’t no expert—lord knows I trip over my own boots half the time—but I heard tell of gals in Nashville back in the ‘70s who’d hide behind the jukebox at Tootsie’s Orchid Lounge. Little known fact, y’all! They’d wink at the truckers, slip ‘em a note, and bam—business was boomin’! Made me giggle, thinkin’ ‘bout it—me, all glammed up, tryna spot one o’ them ladies in the neon glow. I’d prob’ly fall flat on my face, hollerin’, “I’m just a country girl, help me out!”

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This blog traces my search for my Ukrainian ancestry through the town once known as Mosty Weilkie, in Galicia (now Velyki Mosty), in hope this might be of help to other Ukrainian .

After all that chaos, we grab some street food from a vendor on the corner. Best decision ever. I’m munchin’ on some varenyky, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. We sit by the river, watchin’ the sunset, and I’m thinkin’, “This is what life’s about.”

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