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Ya start with the streets—neon buzzin’, girls struttin’. Some dude told me once, back in ’89, a hooker named Velvet ran a whole block—cops couldn’t touch her. She had dirt on ‘em all! Little known fact, heh—power ain’t always in guns, sometimes it’s in whispers. Kinda cool, kinda freaky—got me all tingly thinkin’ bout it.

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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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