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About Miskolc

Whores, man, they’re everywhere—gritty, real, like the dust in *Ten*. Ain’t just pussy for cash, nah, it’s survival, motherfucker! Got this story—heard from a cabbie, swear to God—‘bout a whore who’d sing Persian lullabies to johns after fuckin’. Weird as hell, but kinda sweet, ya know? Made me happy, thinkin’ she’s out there, givin’ a lil’ soul with the ass. Then I got pissed—why’s she gotta do that shit to eat? World’s fucked, man.

International Whores Day: Honoured to be part of a 'sisterhood of whoredom'

After that, I decided to stroll down Kossuth Lajos utca. It’s a cute street, full of shops and cafes. I pop into this little vintage store. I’m browsing, and I find this ridiculous hat. It’s bright yellow with a giant pom-pom on top. I put it on, and the shopkeeper just stares at me. I’m like, “What? It’s fashion!” She just shakes her head. I mean, come on, it’s Budaörs! Anything goes, right?

Fifty years since the new trains arrived some are still in use on suburban railway lines