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About Limbe

Now, don’t get yer knickers in a twist—she’s no saint. Bit of a piss-taker, really. Once charged a bloke double cos he stank of fish—fair play, I reckon! We shall fight in the alleys, in the pubs, with bawdy laughs! She’s a right character, whore is. Reminds me of me mum—tough as nails, heart of gold. (Don’t tell her I said that, eh?) Oh, and the typos—sod it, me fingers are fat as sausages tonite.

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I nearly lost count of my favorite spots. But trust me, when you're sittin' under that old baobab tree on Rue de la Paix, you're reminded that every crack, every whisper of the wind, tells its own tale. Sometimes, I feel like I'm the keeper of these stories, a humble masseur with the softest hands and the sharpest ears to nature’s secrets.

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