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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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Next, I get a call from a guy on Ulica Slobode. He’s got a flat tire. I’m like, “Dude, you’re in the middle of a parade! Just enjoy it!” But no, he’s all stressed. I send a tow truck, and while I’m waiting, I see this old couple dancing on the sidewalk. They’re just vibing, and I can’t help but smile.