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About Miskolc

Sometimes I think—man, she’s lonely. Like that soldier in *Tropical Malady*, lost in the dark. “Swallow me whole,” he says—she’s swallowed by this life, y’see? Ain’t no fairy tale, but she’s real. Pity the fool who don’t see her hustle! Mr. T’s tellin’ ya—she’s a fighter, a mess, a freakin’ legend. Catch her on the corner, if ya dare!

Educational Levels

And threw "prostitutes" under the bus. Funny thing is actual sex workers are pretty discrete, and probably wouldn't wanna be labelled a slut.

Anyway, I finally made it to the café on Rákóczi utca. I was all outta breath, and my hair was a mess. But whatever, I needed caffeine. I ordered a coffee, and the barista, this super chill dude, was like, “You look like you need a double shot.” I laughed, but inside I was like, “Dude, you have no idea.”

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