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About Miskolc

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty, “I drink and I know things.” So, here’s the deal bout findin a prostitute, yeah? Picture this—me, stumblin through the grubby streets, lookin for a bit o’ company, right? Like in *The Grand Budapest Hotel*, all fancy on the outside but dodgy underneath—“The life we enjoy is worth the price we pay.” I’m half-pissed on wine, thinkin, “Where’s the fun at?”

So you want to book a sex worker?

Now, I’m getting a bit annoyed. I decide to take a walk by the river. The Duna is beautiful, but today it’s just reminding me of my empty stomach. I sit on a bench, trying to chill, when this old lady comes up to me. She’s like, “You look sad, dear.” I’m like, “Nah, just hungry.” She laughs and offers me a piece of her homemade strudel. I mean, how sweet is that? I take a bite, and it’s like heaven. Suddenly, my day isn’t so bad.

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