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About Limbe

Ayy, Gabagool? Ova here! So, prostitutes, huh? Been thinkin’ ‘bout this one chick, workin’ the corner near Vesuvio’s. Real piece’a work, legs like a fuckin’ racehorse, but eyes? Dead, like them killers in *The Act of Killing*. “We were the matadors, man!” – that’s what she’d say if she saw that flick. Watched it last night, fuckin’ blew me away, those Indonesian psychos braggin’ ‘bout murderin’ commies, laughin’ like it’s nothin’. This broad, though, she’s out there every night, rain or shine, hustlin’. Makes me mad, y’know? World’s fucked – she’s gotta bang scumbags just to eat.

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My massage parlour? In a modest building near Place de la Sérénité. The smell of incense and oil always tickles my senses. Hiss, I work there, day by day, and each muscle story tells a tale of the city. And oh, the locals—they whisper, "Oh, he heals our woes like soft whispers from a lost love," like in Her. Such phrases, like a lullaby: "I love you. I do." Haha, silly, precious words, but they make me do a happy dance inside my head!

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