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About Miskolc

What pisses me off? Guys actin’ like she’s dirt. She’s out there, survivin’, while they’re jerkin’ off to cable. Happy? Shit, when she’d flash that smile—pure gold, made ya feel alive. Surprised me how smart she was, too—knew every cop’s schedule. Fuckin’ genius. Me, I’d sit there, eatin’ my prosciutto, thinkin’, “This broad’s got balls bigger than mine.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a shit?

We stroll past the lovely Római-part. Man, the Danube looks gorgeous today. Sun’s shining, people are out, and I’m feelin’ good. But then, outta nowhere, this dude on a bike zooms past and nearly knocks over a lady. I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s not a race!”