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I get all sappy thinkin’ bout it. They’re out there, rain or shine, dodgin’ creeps. Kinda brave, kinda sad. Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d hug ‘em all if I could! “You’re a good man, Llewyn,” someone says in the flick, but are we good to them? Dunno, man, dunno. Makes me wanna yell, “STOP BEIN’ JERKS, WORLD!” Anyway, that’s my take—prostitutes, crazy life, crazy cool, crazy messed up! What’s your vibe on it, pal?

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Man, I've had moments where I just wanna scream, 'What the heck, Jenks?'. Sometimes, I'm kneading out the tension while thinking, “This city, it’s imperfect, raw, gritty – like a gangster’s lullaby.” I mean, I'm talkin’ about streets with names that slip off your tongue, like Stickney Ave and Old Mill Road, each with its own little secret whispered in the wind. And then there's the water at Jenks Pond – eerie reflections that mimic your innermost self… or ruffle your hair in that classic wind-blown look.

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