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SoyBooru
It's just OP (a flamboyant person) who likes him
actual satanist furflamboyant person diddyblud
just kiss yourself hypocrite satanist greedy person subhuman, jimbo won
jimbo is gemmy. jimbo won. satanists lost.
jimbo is gemmy. jimbo won. satanists lost.
@jimbo: you still seem like a different circus_2 to me as long as you like oneraisin, again its made by a ugly person
jimbo is gemmy. jimbo won. satanists lost.
@Garf: ferret...
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if he was really a diddyblud he would be banned by now, I'm trying to help him come closer to christ and redeem all of the degenerate raisin he did in the past
I know he was a massive degenerate, but he isn't a diddy
flamboyant person
fell for the bait award stfu flamboyant person
projection
nice selfie sisters
I win.
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.