Lucy Sniatyn Prostitute ❤️

About Mykolaiv

What gets me, right, is the quiet bits. Like in *Syndromes*, when that monk’s just sittin’, starin’ at nowt. Prossies got that too – waitin’ on corners, smokin’ a fag, watchin’ the world. “Did you see the eclipse?” – another movie bit, pops in me head. Bet she did, standin’ there, moon blockin’ sun, thinkin’ bout her next punter. Poetic, innit? Makes me wanna hug em all, but, y’know, boundaries.

Sniatynbook: Social Interactions in a Little Town

This project looks at the continuities and discontinuities in narratives about the past of the western Ukrainian town of Sniatyn. It will focus on different ways, or indeed paths, in which.

First off, I hit up the local café on Shevchenka Street. You know, the one with the weirdly awesome pastries? I ordered a coffee, and the barista, bless her soul, totally messed it up. I mean, how do you mix up a cappuccino with a latte? I was like, “Girl, I wanted foam, not a milk bath!” But whatever, I chugged it anyway. Caffeine is life, right?

Nettie Daviduk Obituary - Assiniboia, SK