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About Limbe

I pull up near the old gas station—shady spot, y’all. This gal’s standin’ there, red heels, smokin’ a cig. I’m thinkin’, “She’s bold, I’m bold—match made!” I roll down my window, all cool, and she’s like, “Hey, tractor lady, you lost?” I’m dyin’ laughin’—lost? Me? Never! I say, “Naw, just curious, girl!” She smirks, tosses her hair, and I’m like, wow, she’s got *Timbuktu* vibes—untamed, fierce, y’know? “The desert hides its secrets,” like the movie says.

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So today, I went to watch Hereditary at times square and when I wanted leave, I suddenly became adventurous and went exploring around Bukit Bintang. I purposely walked around the .

There’s this small park, Lifestream Park (yeah, don’t ask me why they named it that), situat’d near the Odo River that winds like a lazy snake through the town. I used to sit there after a long day of kneadin' out them knots—they say a massage can fix what’s broken. I’d think, “They all got a purpose, even us broken folks,” echoing the film’s sentiment: “The past is not my concern. The future is no longer my hope.” But I just laugh and say, “Now, how's that workin’ for ya?” as if it were my own little aphorism.

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