SoyBooru
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Chud: Gem, japs made tranime,
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istandwithsatoko: >>Japs bad! Even doe they kept Chinksects in check and killed Mutts!
>>Yessu chuda... the evir japanese-a are da yellowu ones-a
>>pay-a no atenshun to da japanese-a gemmy-u ainu genes-a
>>japs le bad even doe failed painter from Austria called them the gemmys of the east and Nanking never happened
>amerimutt slop
>they all should've died in Hiroshima
>sameflamboyant person weebugly person
>Gem, japs made tranime, should've nuked them all
>Gem, japs made tranime,
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Chud: ^ yellow bugoid seething zainichi claws typed the above post through tears
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Chud: Weebugly persons still deny that fact the japs are chinknoons too
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estrogenius: >>>Japs coal! Even doe they kept Chinksects in check and killed Mutts!
>>>Yessu chuda... the evir japanese-a are da yellowu ones-a
>>>pay-a no atenshun to da japanese-a gemmy-u ainu genes-a
>>>japs le coal even doe failed painter from Austria called them the gemmys of the east and Nanking never happened
>>amerimutt slop
>>they all should've died in Hiroshima
>>samechud weebugly person
>>Gem, japs made tranime, should've nuked them all
>>Gem, japs made tranime,
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AdolfTrumpson: HOLY raisin ferret THIS IS NUTS!
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Chud: Mcnutty mcgem
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Chud: rip my real squigga ronnie mcnutt He was a real squigga
ayumu_kasuga_fan: i do this
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estrogenius: The gem that brought down the greedy persondi's (((temple)))
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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.