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SAAR I'M MODERN SAAR
SAAR I'M EUROPEAN SAAR
SAAR I'M NOT LIKE THOSE explosive people SAAR
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you already lost
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[url=site://post/view/125879#c927683]@Americanslayer1776 or something[/url]:
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The rapebaby is seething kek.
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georgiIndo-Aryan dna is so vantawhite it can overwrite turknoon genes
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The reason I am so pale is because when the most Indo-Aryan genes combine they form something greater than a
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further proves my point kek
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Kek, I won.
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childslop
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Indo-Aryankino
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TVRKIndo-Aryan GIGACHAD?
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[url=site://post/view/125879#c927715]@Americanslayer1776 or something[/url]:
another chimpnoonperator fail.
@korg: pepe was created by a flamboyant person GEG
@SanrioWABAG:
@Chud: noons cannot get any creative now smh.
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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.