Lucy Kolinkivtsy Prostitute ❤️

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Oh, and get this—little known tidbit! Back in the 1800s, some prostitutes in France had secret codes, tappin’ their feet to warn each other ‘bout bad johns. Cool, right? Bet Sally knew tricks like that. Sneaky and smart! I’d be all, “Teach me, queen!” if I met her. Prolly exaggerate her height in my head—seven feet of pure attitude, ha!

Kolinkivtsi

Lunchtime rolls around, and I’m starving. I hit up that café Vasyl was raving about. It’s on Haharina, and let me tell ya, it’s a vibe. The place is packed, but I squeeze in. I order the “Kolinkivtsy Special” – whatever that is. Turns out, it’s a giant sandwich. I’m talking a monster. I can barely fit it in my mouth. I’m trying to take a bite, and it’s like a scene from a comedy show.