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About Miskolc

Oi, precious! Me, an accountant? Ha! More like Gollum, sneaky bugger, countin’ coins in the dark! Prostitute, eh? Nasty, tricky business, that! Reminds me o’ *Toni Erdmann* – “Life’s a big, weird mess!” Stupid, fat hobbit! Always judgin’, never thinkin’. Saw this lass once, yeah, workin’ the street corner – bold as brass, she was! Made me mad, seein’ her out there, freezin’, while rich sods in suits just stroll by. “You’re not a performance artist!” – that’s what I’d yell, like in the flick, sarcastic as hell.

Stories from the sex trade

But then, the bartender, a guy named Zoltán, comes over. He’s got this wild hair and a huge smile. He’s like, “You guys look like you need a shot!” I’m like, “Yes, please!” So we take a shot, and it’s like fire in my throat. But it’s good fire.