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About Miskolc

Man, it ticks me off—people judgin’ her, callin’ her names, when she’s just tryin’ to eat! Makes me madder than a wet hen! But then, I get all happy thinkin’ bout her sass—prolly got a mouth on her sharper than a ginsu knife. “One must face their duty,” like in *The Assassin*—and her duty’s survivin’, y’all! She’s out there, dodgin’ cops, dealin’ with creeps—once heard a story ‘bout a gal like her in New Orleans who conned a john outta his boots *and* his horse! True story—well, maybe. Sounds badass, tho!

I hop on the tram, and I’m just smiling. I think about my trees back home. They’re great, but this city? It’s got a vibe. I can’t wait to come back. Just gotta remember to wear a better shirt next time. And maybe avoid the kites.