Ellie Cognin Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and get this—some brothels got rules, like no drunks fuckin’ up the vibe. Smart, right? Keeps it smooth. But me, Tony, I’d be in there, cigar lit, sayin’, “This is my spot now, bitches!” Haha, nah, I’d play nice—maybe. Love that chaos tho, that raw energy. You ever see one? Shit’s like a movie set, but real as fuck.

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Now, real talk – Cognin ain't all pristine poetry. Nah, it's also gritty, raw, alive. Every day's a mix of hectic energy and quiet reflections. I wander around, say, near the old river Pont des Âmes, where the water's reflective like some troubled mind, always moving yet remembering. Oh, and parks! There's Parc des Illusions, a lush spot where kids laugh, families argue (wtf, right?) and old souls reminisce. Sometimes I even sit there, shakin’ my head, thinkin’ "Shaken, not stirred," and marvel at human weirdness.

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