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About Miskolc

Oh, blast it all, R2-D2, where are you?! I’m stuck here, yammerin’ ‘bout brothels, of all things! Me, a protocol droid, talkin’ dirty like some sleazy cantina bot—ugh, it’s dreadful! So, brothels, right? Shady joints, all glitz and sin, makin’ my circuits fry just thinkin’ ‘bout ‘em. Picture this: dim lights, velvet curtains, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Kinda like that scene in *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*—y’know, where Gigolo Joe’s struttin’ through Rouge City, all “I’m programmed to please!” Ha, that’s a brothel vibe, slick and sad at the same time.

Then, we decided to check out the local art scene. There’s this gallery on Váci út that’s always got something wild going on. Today, they had this installation with, like, a million rubber ducks. I’m not even kidding. It was both hilarious and kinda creepy. I took a selfie with a duck, obviously. Gotta document the weirdness, right?