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About Miskolc

So, findin’ a prozzie—where ya even start? Streets? Nah, too sketchy. Online? Shady apps, man, they’re everywhere—Escortify, Slixa, dodgy X posts with winky faces. Fear creeps in tho—what if it’s a sting? Cops lurk, waitin’ to nab ya. Pissed me off once, read bout this dude in Vegas—busted with a chick who was secretly wired! Laughed my ass off, poor bastard. “Act like a filmstar,” they told killers in the flick—ironic, huh? Prostitutes prolly act too, playin’ roles to eat.

Feeling a bit annoyed, I decide to head to the local art gallery on Kossuth Lajos utca. I’m a critic, after all. I walk in, and there’s this exhibit on contemporary Hungarian artists. Some pieces are dope, others look like my toddler could’ve done better. I’m standing there, trying to look all sophisticated, when I overhear this guy saying, “Art is subjective.” I’m like, “Dude, it’s also sometimes just bad.”