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About Miskolc

What gets me happy, though? When one of ‘em gets out. Rare as hen’s teeth, but it happens—girl I heard about, saved her quid, opened a café. Proper legend, that. We shall fight in the hills, cheerin’ her on, a victory ‘gainst the grind! Makes me think—maybe there’s hope in this cesspit.

First off, I hit up the local market on Kerepesi út. You know, the one that’s always buzzing? I’m strolling through, and bam! I see this old lady selling fresh veggies. I’m talking tomatoes that look like they just came from heaven. I’m like, “Yo, how much for those?” She says, “500 forints.” I’m like, “What?!” I mean, I’m a Saver, but c’mon! I can’t be dropping that much on tomatoes!