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About Miskolc

Me—I’d be pissed if someone I knew got dragged in. Like Chihiro’s parents turnin into pigs—trapped! Brothels can be that, man, a trap. But—pause—some choose it, own it. Power trip, maybe? Happiest I felt was hearin bout this chick in Amsterdam, ex-prostitute, now runs her own show—empowerment, baby! “Work hard, cleanse the spirit,” she’d fit right in Miyazaki’s world.

By the time I’m done, I’m starving. I hit up a little bistro on Szent Gellért rakpart. The goulash is to die for! I’m slurping it down like it’s the last meal on Earth. I even chat with the waiter, who’s got this killer sense of humor. He tells me I should try the pálinka next time. I’m like, “Dude, I’m just trying to survive today!”