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About Miskolc

I seen one, once—down by docks, sneaky bugger of a spot. Called it “The Rose,” ha! More like “The Thorn,” prickin’ everyone who stumbles in. Bloke runnin’ it, fat as a troll, gold tooth glintin’—thought he’s king, he did! We hates it! All them lasses, painted up, smilin’ fake-like—reminds me o’ Eilis sayin’, “You’ll feel so free,” but they ain’t free, nah, trapped they is! Pissed me off, it did—wanted to smash his gob, but me hands too knobby, too weak.

We sit down, and he starts telling me about his “big plans.” He wants to insure his collection of vintage bicycles. I’m trying not to laugh. Like, who needs insurance for bikes? But hey, if it pays the bills, right?