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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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So, buddy, if you're headin' here, be ready to get hit with a mix of charm, chaos, and a few surprises along the streets. And remember, if someone stops you on N. Main with a “Gabagool? Ova here!” – just smile and roll with it. Rockwall’s always got a story to tell—even when it’s ramblin’ on like this old timer in a hurry, know what I mean?

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