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jewishautismaward78: TVRKgemmy GIGACHAD on the top left
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Warrior-Z: @Chud:
THE WARRIORS ARE NOT DEAD!
I AM STILL HERE! ME! WARRIOR...
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Warrior-Z: @Chud:
THE WARRIORS ARE NOT DEAD!
I AM STILL HERE! ME! WARRIOR...
WARRIOR-Z
WARRIOR-Z
GO PACK MY LUGGAGE, MY LUGGAGE, MY LUGGAGE, MY LUGGAGE,MY LUGGAGE, MY LUGGAGE, MY LUGGAGE, MY LUGGAGE, MY LUGGAGE, MY LUGGAGE, MY LUGGAGE, MY LUGGAGE, MY LUGGAGE, MY LUGGAGE, MY LUGGAGE, MY LUGGAGE, MY LUGGAGE, MY LUGGAGE, MY LUGGAGE, MY LUGGAGE, MY LUGGAGE, MY LUGGAGE
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thrembo88: 
We gather with heavy hearts to remember ugly personsoy-a man who lived simply but left a lasting mark on those who truly saw him. Short in stature and chubby in frame, he resided in a modest hut, lived on his own terms, and walked through life with a spirit that was raw, real, and entirely his.
Of African descent, ugly personsoy cherished his roots and found deep joy in the bold, comforting flavors of Afro cuisine. Meals with him were more than sustenance-they were expressions of love, memory, and identity. Food was one of the many ways he kept his culture close, and he shared it generously.
He was a person of contradictions-gentle but blunt, quiet but unforgettable. He bore a scent that many found hard to ignore-earthy, unapologetic, and part of the unfiltered truth he carried in every aspect of his life. ugly personsoy did not pretend. He was who he was.
Tragically, ugly personsoy died by suicide. We do not pretend to understand the weight he carried, nor the pain that brought him to that moment. But we do know this: he mattered. His life, in all its complexity, was worthy of love, compassion, and remembrance.
Let us not define him by how he left us, but remember him for how he lived-with honesty, depth, cultural pride, and a stubborn refusal to be anyone but himself. May we carry forward his memory not only with sorrow, but with tenderness and truth.
In Loving Memory of ugly personsoy
We gather with heavy hearts to remember ugly personsoy-a man who lived simply but left a lasting mark on those who truly saw him. Short in stature and chubby in frame, he resided in a modest hut, lived on his own terms, and walked through life with a spirit that was raw, real, and entirely his.
Of African descent, ugly personsoy cherished his roots and found deep joy in the bold, comforting flavors of Afro cuisine. Meals with him were more than sustenance-they were expressions of love, memory, and identity. Food was one of the many ways he kept his culture close, and he shared it generously.
He was a person of contradictions-gentle but blunt, quiet but unforgettable. He bore a scent that many found hard to ignore-earthy, unapologetic, and part of the unfiltered truth he carried in every aspect of his life. ugly personsoy did not pretend. He was who he was.
Tragically, ugly personsoy died by suicide. We do not pretend to understand the weight he carried, nor the pain that brought him to that moment. But we do know this: he mattered. His life, in all its complexity, was worthy of love, compassion, and remembrance.
Let us not define him by how he left us, but remember him for how he lived-with honesty, depth, cultural pride, and a stubborn refusal to be anyone but himself. May we carry forward his memory not only with sorrow, but with tenderness and truth.
congo_aryan: rest in peace jimbo
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Chud: termitesilva
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Chud: every 'booru user with account look like this
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emerald: 
We gather with heavy hearts to remember jimbo-a man who lived simply but left a lasting mark on those who truly saw him. Short in stature and chubby in frame, he resided in a modest hut, lived on his own terms, and walked through life with a spirit that was raw, real, and entirely his.
Of African descent, jimbo cherished his roots and found deep joy in the bold, comforting flavors of Afro cuisine. Meals with him were more than sustenance-they were expressions of love, memory, and identity. Food was one of the many ways he kept his culture close, and he shared it generously.
He was a person of contradictions-gentle but blunt, quiet but unforgettable. He bore a scent that many found hard to ignore-earthy, unapologetic, and part of the unfiltered truth he carried in every aspect of his life. jimbo did not pretend. He was who he was.
Tragically, jimbo died by suicide. We do not pretend to understand the weight he carried, nor the pain that brought him to that moment. But we do know this: he mattered. His life, in all its complexity, was worthy of love, compassion, and remembrance.
Let us not define him by how he left us, but remember him for how he lived-with honesty, depth, cultural pride, and a stubborn refusal to be anyone but himself. May we carry forward his memory not only with sorrow, but with tenderness and truth.
In Loving Memory of Jimbo
We gather with heavy hearts to remember jimbo-a man who lived simply but left a lasting mark on those who truly saw him. Short in stature and chubby in frame, he resided in a modest hut, lived on his own terms, and walked through life with a spirit that was raw, real, and entirely his.
Of African descent, jimbo cherished his roots and found deep joy in the bold, comforting flavors of Afro cuisine. Meals with him were more than sustenance-they were expressions of love, memory, and identity. Food was one of the many ways he kept his culture close, and he shared it generously.
He was a person of contradictions-gentle but blunt, quiet but unforgettable. He bore a scent that many found hard to ignore-earthy, unapologetic, and part of the unfiltered truth he carried in every aspect of his life. jimbo did not pretend. He was who he was.
Tragically, jimbo died by suicide. We do not pretend to understand the weight he carried, nor the pain that brought him to that moment. But we do know this: he mattered. His life, in all its complexity, was worthy of love, compassion, and remembrance.
Let us not define him by how he left us, but remember him for how he lived-with honesty, depth, cultural pride, and a stubborn refusal to be anyone but himself. May we carry forward his memory not only with sorrow, but with tenderness and truth.
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Chud: random gem evendoe it's dust
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Chud: every 'booru user with account look like this
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Chud: is that a traced dreamybull photo?
sloptranWNBAG: Why did you trace this Warrior-Z.
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Chud: every 'booru user with account look like this
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kiss yourself omorididdyblud
each time I hear something new about this raisinty channel they're more chaded than before, FREE PALESTINE THOUGH #antizionistnotantisemitic
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