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About New York City

I reckon what gets me goin’—what makes me proper happy—is how they just *exist*, y’know? No shame, no fuss, just livin’. Like Llewyn, singin’ his guts out for a crowd that don’t care. “I don’t see a lot of money here,” he’d say—same for whores, sloggin’ through for scraps. But they’ve got guts, mate, guts! That’s what I love. Gets me all giddy, thinkin’ bout their sass. Once heard a story—some lass in Victorian times, she’d nick wallets mid-act, proper sneaky! Had me laughin’ for days—cheeky minx.

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I sometimes get mad at how folks miss the small things. Like the way a breeze over the Little River near the city’s edge whispers secrets – a sound that never fails to make me smile even if I’m mad. It’s just life, impt, raw. Yeah, impt.

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