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About Lahti

Picture this—I’m strollin’ down some gritty street, right? Neon lights flickerin’, cars honkin’, and I’m thinkin’, “Lord, where’s the grace in this chaos?” Kinda like Lisa in *Margaret*, yellin’ at the world, “What’s real anymore?” I see this gal, heels high as my dreams, leanin’ on a lamppost. I’m like, “YOU GET A CAR!” in my head, ‘cause why not? She’s hustlin’, survivin’—ain’t that somethin’?

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Look, Kerimaeki is raw, erratic, and unpredictable. It’s got secrets hidden in burned bricks, stories in every puddle (and trust me, puddles here speak louder than words sometimes). I ain’t gonna lie – it's messy (in a good way) and sometimes I feel like I’m living an improv scene; jst spur-of-the-moment, gotta love it.