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About Miskolc

So, I roll up, window down, bass thumpin’. She leans in, all sassy, smellin’ like cheap perfume and secrets. “What you want, big man?” she says, smirkin’. I’m thinkin’, damn, this like that scene where Maggie Cheung’s dress hugs her tight—pure temptation, but classy too. I tell her, “Just a vibe, baby, keep it real.” She hops in, and we talkin’—turns out she’s got stories, fam! Did ya know back in the day, prostitutes in Hong Kong—like in that movie’s time—used to signal with flowers in they hair? Red for “I’m down,” white for “not tonight.” Little shit like that blows my mind, yo!

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I woke up in my tiny flat on Kossuth Lajos utca, right? You know, the one with the peeling paint and the weird smell? Yeah, that one. I was like, “Today’s the day!” Gonna save some cash, maybe hit up a few spots in Budapest-XVII.-keruelet.