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About Miskolc

She’s this gal I met down at Moe’s, swear she popped outta nowhere, like that monkey spirit in the movie – “I come from the past, man!” Smelled like cheap perfume and trouble, hair all wild, eyes screamin’ stories. Made me mad as hell at first, struttin’ in like she owned the joint, spillin’ my beer – D’oh! But then, bam, she starts yappin’ bout her life, and I’m hooked, ya know?

After class, I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. I head out to grab a coffee at my fave spot on Bartók Béla út. It’s this tiny café with the best cappuccinos. I order my usual, and the barista, who’s super cute, gives me a smile. I’m like, “Yes! Today’s turning around!” But then, I spill half my drink on my shirt. Classic me, right?