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I reckon it’s like Cathy sayin’, “I’m trying to see the good.” But dang, some’a these streets? Filthy, stinkin’—pissed me off! Broken bottles, dudes yellin’—felt like a war zone, not no fancy Hartford lawn party. One time, saw this gal, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a cig—looked tough as nails. Thought, “She’s got more guts than half my cabinet!” Surprised me, really—expected ‘em all dolled up, Hollywood-style. Nope, real life’s messier’n a pig pen.

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I c'mon, let me drop some truth: Nguti (cm) ain't perfect. Lots of curb falls, random loud noises, and nights that explode in too many mistakes. But every flaw makes it real, wild, and totally unfiltered. I recall a messed up night at a pop-up party in Funky Field – lit, insane, and the best memory ever. My playbook marinated in spontaneity, like those crazy, unfiltered scenes from the movie.

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