Angelina Cognin Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Nantes

I seen her once, down by the docks, skirt so short you could see her soul, ha! She’s got this wild look, like she’s laughin at the world. Made me mad as hell - how’s she smilin when life’s that shitty? But then, bam, I get it - she’s free, man, freer than me with all my coke and guns. Ain’t no chains on her spirit, nah. That surprised me, fuckin shocked me, Tony Montana, can ya believe it?

Columbus enquirer., May 27, 1856, Image 2

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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.

Cartoon of glucose metabolism in astrocytes (A, left) and neurons (N,...