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About Miskolc

I tried it once—don’t judge, I was bored. Matched this knight, all “m’lady” this, “m’lady” that. Met up, and he smelled like horse arse. Horse arse! I said, “I choose violence,” and tipped my goblet on his head. Felt good, real good. Surprised me how many losers think a blurry dick pic’s a love letter. “Where were you when I laid the first stone?” I mutter, starin’ at their rubbish. Makes me angry, all this desperation—where’s the dignity, eh?

Halfway up, I slip. I’m dangling there, and I’m thinking, “This is how I die. Stuck in a tree, trying to save a cat.” But I manage to grab a branch and pull myself up. Finally, I reach the cat, and it just looks at me like, “What’s the fuss?” I grab it, and it’s all purring and stuff.