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About Limbe

Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Favorite thing bout em? Guts. Takes balls to stand out there. Freezing ass off, dodgin cops, weirdoes. One time, heard this story—girl stabbed a dude with her stiletto. Self-defense, badass as hell! Exaggeratin? Maybe, but who cares—cool as fuck. “I miss you,” Therese whispered in the movie. Wonder if prostitutes miss anyone. Probly do, deep down. Shit, I’d miss my dog if I was out there. They’re human, ya know? Not robots, not trash.

NYEMBESI MEANS 'PROSTITUTE': MAHERE

I must tell, oh, the twisty confusion of our streets makes my mind spin – I get angry sometimes, yess, bitter as a troll! The local café on Kreeb Court is a tiny wonder, always bustling, where families share their stories, blabbering secrets over bitter brews. Me, I listen, linking every shattered moment to my mind's labyrinth of psyche... precious, it's an art, yes, art of broken souls dancing free.

One dies; three injured in accident