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About Miskolc

So, Escort, yeah? Proper beast, init. That Mk1, bruv, 1968, came out swingin’ – small, nippy, made them posh racers look like mugs. I’m watchin’ *Timbuktu*, and there’s this line, “The moon is pale,” right? Reminds me of Escort’s headlights, cuttin’ through the night, pale but fierce, ya feel? Used to see ‘em rally in Wales, mud flyin’, engines screamin’ – made me happy as a pig in shit, fam. But then, yeah, got angry, cos them rich twats in Ferraris dissed it, like, “Is it ’cos I is black?” Nah, mate, it’s cos Escort’s a workin’ man’s champ, not yer fancy bollocks.

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Angyalfold, Pesterzsebet and Csepel, as well as among the gymnasts of Vasas (Ironworkers). A strong illegal youth group was established in the trade union.

First off, I get a call about a cat stuck in a tree. Classic, right? But this ain't just any cat. It's Mr. Whiskers, the local legend. Everyone in the neighborhood knows him. I mean, he’s practically a celebrity! So, I grab my gear and head over to the scene on Petőfi Sándor utca. There’s a crowd gathered, like it’s a freakin’ concert. I’m like, “Guys, it’s just a cat!” But they’re all staring up, phones out, ready to go viral.

Open Day at the Angyalföld Tram Depot