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*We come in peace* (robotic tone). Yo, so findin a prostitue, huh? Wild stuff, man! Watched "Toni Erdmann" again last nite—fuckin masterpiece. That scene where he’s all, “Life is not a spreadsheet,” hit me hard. Made me think—prostitues, they’re out there livin, not just crunchin numbers. So, me, an alien, floatin around Earth, checkin shit out—prostitues catch my eye. Not judgin, just observin, ya know?

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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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