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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 remember one day in the city center near Riverbend Park—yep, that's the river folks love—when some jackass started yelling about money, and it reminded me of that scene from The Wolf of Wall Street: "I'm not leaving!" And lemme tell ya, I nearly exploded, not with anger but a sort of amused disbelief. I swear, the way money-talk mixes with zen moments here is golden.

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