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CatjakWABAG: @Spanish_Chud: Lennonjak was actually spammed by a 'cord, but the other variants are just spammed by some autistGODs
SpankyHamAndXandir: @Spanish_Chud: atleast mulletjak was gemmy unlike globox, weirdpeferretnd catjak (Lennon is iron)
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Chud: Catjak was made by a shemmycaca and it's forced by such
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Chud: antiswarthy
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JimboClittyLeakageArchive: Jimbo
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JimboClittyLeakageArchive: 
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.
Rest peacefully, Jimbo.
You were seen. You are missed. You are loved.
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Chud: QUE EDAYA DECADYA
Spanish_Chud: Does anyone hate xitter immigrants in reality, specially nusois there who upload soyjaks like soyteens from the sharty?
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Chud: HVLY MVTHER VF TRVTH NVKING GLISTENING special PWNING TRVVN DIALATING TAKALILILILILILIKEN GEMERAAAAALDS
sloptranWNBAG: NAS gem
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Chud: THE FACT THAT THIS HAS EFFORT
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Chud1: Milei enjoying his bbc and being breedable for bolivian BVLLS
congo_aryan:
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.
Rest peacefully, Jimbo.
You were seen. You are missed. You are loved.
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.
Rest peacefully, Jimbo.
You were seen. You are missed. You are loved.
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FreakyJimbo: 
In Loving Memory of Jimbo
We gather with full hearts to celebrate Jimbo-a man who lives simply but leaves a lasting mark on everyone lucky enough to cross his path. Short in stature and chubby in frame, he resides in a modest hut, lives on his own terms, and walks through life with a spirit that is raw, real, and entirely his.
Of Agarthan descent, Jimbo cherishes his roots and finds deep joy in the bold, comforting flavors of gemmy cuisine. Meals with him are more than sustenance-they're celebrations of love, memory, and identity. Food is one of the many ways he keeps his culture close, and he shares it generously with neighbors, strangers, and anyone in need.
But Jimbo's generosity doesn't stop at the dinner table. He donates his earnings to save children from poverty, protect dinosaurs from extinction, and preserve the rainforests for generations to come. When a local world trade center caught fire, it was Jimbo who ran in-not once, but three times-to lead people to safety. When he sees a stray puppy, he doesn't just feed it-he adopts it, loves it, and gives it a home. And when bullies rear their heads, Jimbo stands firm, protecting the vulnerable with both courage and kindness.
He is a man of contradictions-gentle but blunt, quiet but unforgettable. He carries an earthy scent that is unapologetically his, a reminder that Jimbo never pretends to be anything he's not. He is who he is.
Let us not only admire him for what he does, but also for how he lives-with honesty, depth, cultural pride, and a stubborn refusal to be anyone but himself. May we celebrate his life with the same warmth, courage, and truth that he gives to the world every day.
Jimbo-you are seen. You are loved. And you're making the world a better place, one fearless act at a time.
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Chud2: italo-argentine war in the big '25 :wilted_rose::broken_heart:
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Chud: oldsflamboyant persons will read this comment section and then tell you that the 'ru was somehow better back then
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