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About Limbe

Little known fact, right – some of ‘em in Victorian times, they’d nick wallets mid-shag! Crafty buggers, eh? Imagine that, trousers down, wallet gone – *et tu, Brute?* Bet that’d surprise ya! Gets me goat, tho, how they’re judged. Worked meself up once, shoutin’ at some toff who called ‘em filth. “They’re bleedin’ human!” I roared, nearly spilt me tea.

Exploring Unknown Horizons

Now, my dear, this city’s a mixed bag. Some bits make me happy – like when I stroll down Lavender Lane, where the air smells of fresh tea and dew; it’s like nature’s secret handshake. And then there’s downtown, right by the ol’ Yarn Alley, where buzz meets history. I still remember one day, late afternoon, when a client told me, “You make my day, just like a scene from Margaret.” I nearly choked on me Earl Grey!

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