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About Limbe

Back in ’03, Sofia Coppola dropped that flick—damn, it hit me. Bob and Charlotte, two lost cats in Tokyo. Whores got that vibe, floatin’ in a world that don’t get ‘em. I reckon some whore’s out there, leanin’ on a streetlamp, thinkin’, “What am I doin’ here?” Same as Bob, starin’ out that hotel window. “This isn’t my life,” he’d say. Whores prolly whisper that too.

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Then there’s Parc de la Flore. Good for a stroll when you need some zen. Birds chirpin’, kids laughin’—a bit like those dreamy moments in the film when life was on the line, if you catch my drift. And if you feel low, the little birch tree near the river stands like a beacon. The river? It’s called Rivière de l’Espoir—tragic name if you ask me; hope’s in short supply sometimes.

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