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About Miskolc

Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, huh? I reckon I’m Hannibal Lecter – “I ate his liver with fava beans” – sizin’ up this juicy topic. Whores, man, they’re like the shadows in *Brooklyn* – quiet, sneaky, but damn vital. Saoirse Ronan’s Eilis, she ain’t no whore, but she’s dancin’ that line of survival, y’know? Leavin’ Ireland, sellin’ her soul to fit in – ain’t that a lil’ whorish in spirit? Ha! Makes me chuckle, that does.

They Called Her a Whore. Jesus Called Her a “Woman”

Then, outta nowhere, I see this street performer. He’s playin’ the violin like a madman. I’m talkin’ serious talent. I toss him a few coins, and he gives me this huge grin. It’s like, for a second, all the chaos fades away. I’m feelin’ good, ya know? But then, this group of tourists comes by, and they’re takin’ selfies like they’re at a rock concert. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just a guy with a violin!” But whatever, let ‘em have their moment.

Blessed Inconvenience: Learning to Delight in God’s Detours