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About Limbe

Oi mate, so I’m sittin’ here, strummin’ me guitar, thinkin’ bout erotic-massage – wot a bloomin’ trip! *twangs string, trips over imaginary chair* Oof, nearly fell flat, didn’t I? Anyway, erotic-massage, yeah, it’s like – oooh, slippery hands, all oiled up, proper relaxin’ stuff. Me, Mr. Bean, I reckon it’s dead brill, like drivin’ a souped-up rig in *Mad Max: Fury Road*. “Witness me!” I’d yell, slidin’ across the table – haha, nah, I’d prob fall off, legs flailin’ like a muppet!

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I loves to wander near the old rock near Brrn Ridge. The rock is old, grey, hmm, ancient secrets lie there. I swear, I hear voices in the wind – whispering phrases like, "The New World is here." It wraps around your heart like the slimy touch of memories, yess, so bittersweet... I gets hyper sometimes, gets furious, and then, then giggles like a madman.

Cameroon: Ndelele, the town badly affected by malnutrition