The Bustee is where the real poor folks live.

I'm going outside, with the rest of the real folks.

That manager and his clerk revealed themselves to be real folks after all.

Recently I have been learning to like real folk too.

That's the way real old folks do before they pass away.

But I wonder if a lot of these companies wouldn't do just as well if their executives lived a little more like real folks.

So we'd better sneak in the way real folk would.

We run into some real odd folk now and then.

As a result, some real unstable and evil folks got into power.

These seemed like real interesting folks, in spite of not saying much about themselves.