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@Chud: or DA FUGGIN RUZZIAN BOTS
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They need to project that onto their slopjaks but they make them black to feel a little bit superior since they also have all these traits but ATLEAST they aren't a"heckin niguhgreedy personflamboyant person"
Also they are talking about nothing else than diddyphilia 24/7 wich affects their brains. They ARE all diddybluds projecting their thoughts on others. This amount of confrontation with diddy media and other raisin can't be healthy. They would call it 'P and EPI if you give your son a kiss.
@Chud: Garf is Daniel Foodist Man Cousin aka Prodisty
it's on leaked about two things is telegram and dercord
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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.
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