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About Miskolc

Now, imagine—this chick quotin lines, “In the name of the concierge!”—straight outta Grand Budapest, mixin biz with flair. Cracked me up, it did—humor in the hustle! Tho, gotta say, dodgy streets ain’t my jam—rather sip tea at the hotel, ya feel? Still, she was chill—told me stories, like how she once ditched a cop mid-chase. “Feet, my power is,” i joked, wavin my stubby legs.

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As the sun starts to set, I head back. I’m walking down the streets, feeling all the feels. Csurgo has this vibe, you know? It’s a mix of old and new, like a funky time machine. I pass by the old church on the corner of Széchenyi utca. It’s beautiful, but I’m too tired to go in.

British troops have arrived in Hungary – PHOTOS