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About Miskolc

But lemme tell ya, it ain’t all funny. Some dude told me—swear to god—bout a brothel in Nevada where they got “theme rooms.” Pirate ships, disco vibes—what the hell? Surprised me how wild it gets. I’m sittin’ there, jaw droppin’, thinkin’, “This country’s gone nuts!” Billionaires should not exist, fundin’ this crap while kids starve! Makes me wanna scream, “I’m not locked up with you, you’re locked up with me!”—y’know, like Monty’s rage, but at capitalism!

So, I’m walking down Hunyadi János utca, and boom! I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me, right? I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” But then I see this cute little café, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe a coffee will fix this.” I order a cappuccino, and the barista, this dude with a mustache that could rival a walrus, gives me a weird look. Like, bro, it’s just coffee. Chill.