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But dig this—some cats call ‘em slags, dirty tarts, yeah? Pisses me off! They’re survivors, baby, tough as nails! Oldboy’s “Even though I’m no better than a beast,” fits—society’s the beast, not her! Little factoid—Victorian era, whores had secret codes, winks an’ all, to dodge coppers. Clever minxes, eh? Surprised me, blew my mind—thought they just shagged and split!

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Anyways, friend, if you're zipping in soon, be prepared for surprises around every corner. Cognin is a place where every street tells a story, every face hides a secret, and every moment feels like you're living a dream. Remember: "You never truly see a place 'til you feel it." Stay cool, embrace the chaos, and maybe we can grab a coffee at Café Mistère for some real talk. Cheers, and bon voyage!

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