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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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ABOUT NUMBERS. IMAGINE BEING SO MENTALLY specialED AND AUTISTIC THAT YOU FORCE YOUR TODDLERSLOP ON THE 'RU AND THINK THAT'S COOL. I BET THIS ferret JERKS OFF TO THE NUMBERS IN THAT SHOW TOO, CONSIDERING HIS AUTISM. YOU'RE SO IRRELEVANT THAT AFTER YOUR DISCORD XISTER CIRCUS_2 GOT BTFO YOU HAD TO START raisin WITH ME. DO THE 'RU A FAVOR AND GO BACK TO STIMMING TO YOUR homosexual raisinTY BABYCORE SHOW IN PEACE AND NOT ON THE BOORU WHERE ACTUAL GEMS ARE.==[h2]
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==LMAO NO WAY THIS NUMBERFREAK diddy IS TALKING. YOU LITERALLY BASE YOUR ENTIRE PERSONALITY OFF OF A KIDS SHOW
ABOUT NUMBERS. IMAGINE BEING SO MENTALLY specialED AND AUTISTIC THAT YOU FORCE YOUR TODDLERSLOP ON THE 'RU AND THINK THAT'S COOL. I BET THIS ferret JERKS OFF TO THE NUMBERS IN THAT SHOW TOO, CONSIDERING HIS AUTISM. YOU'RE SO IRRELEVANT THAT AFTER YOUR DISCORD XISTER CIRCUS_2 GOT BTFO YOU HAD TO START raisin WITH ME. DO THE 'RU A FAVOR AND GO BACK TO STIMMING TO YOUR homosexual raisinTY BABYCORE SHOW IN PEACE AND NOT ON THE BOORU WHERE ACTUAL GEMS ARE.==
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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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ABOUT NUMBERS. IMAGINE BEING SO MENTALLY specialED AND AUTISTIC THAT YOU FORCE YOUR TODDLERSLOP ON THE 'RU AND THINK THAT'S COOL. I BET THIS ferret JERKS OFF TO THE NUMBERS IN THAT SHOW TOO, CONSIDERING HIS AUTISM. YOU'RE SO IRRELEVANT THAT AFTER YOUR DISCORD XISTER CIRCUS_2 GOT BTFO YOU HAD TO START raisin WITH ME. DO THE 'RU A FAVOR AND GO BACK TO STIMMING TO YOUR homosexual raisinTY BABYCORE SHOW IN PEACE AND NOT ON THE BOORU WHERE ACTUAL GEMS ARE
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==LMAO NO WAY THIS NUMBERFREAK diddy IS TALKING. YOU LITERALLY BASE YOUR ENTIRE PERSONALITY OFF OF A KIDS SHOW
ABOUT NUMBERS. IMAGINE BEING SO MENTALLY specialED AND AUTISTIC THAT YOU FORCE YOUR TODDLERSLOP ON THE 'RU AND THINK THAT'S COOL. I BET THIS ferret JERKS OFF TO THE NUMBERS IN THAT SHOW TOO, CONSIDERING HIS AUTISM. YOU'RE SO IRRELEVANT THAT AFTER YOUR DISCORD XISTER CIRCUS_2 GOT BTFO YOU HAD TO START raisin WITH ME. DO THE 'RU A FAVOR AND GO BACK TO STIMMING TO YOUR homosexual raisinTY BABYCORE SHOW IN PEACE AND NOT ON THE BOORU WHERE ACTUAL GEMS ARE==
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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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LMAO NO WAY THIS NUMBERFREAK diddy IS TALKING. YOU LITERALLY BASE YOUR ENTIRE PERSONALITY OFF OF A KIDS SHOW
ABOUT NUMBERS. IMAGINE BEING SO MENTALLY specialED AND AUTISTIC THAT YOU FORCE YOUR TODDLERSLOP ON THE 'RU AND THINK THAT'S COOL. I BET THIS ferret JERKS OFF TO THE NUMBERS IN THAT SHOW TOO, CONSIDERING HIS AUTISM. YOU'RE SO IRRELEVANT THAT AFTER YOUR DISCORD XISTER CIRCUS_2 GOT BTFO YOU HAD TO START raisin WITH ME. DO THE 'RU A FAVOR AND GO BACK TO STIMMING TO YOUR homosexual raisinTY BABYCORE SHOW IN PEACE AND NOT ON THE BOORU WHERE ACTUAL GEMS ARE
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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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LMAO NO WAY THIS NUMBERFREAK diddy IS TALKING. YOU LITERALLY BASE YOUR ENTIRE PERSONALITY OFF OF A KIDS SHOW
ABOUT NUMBERS. IMAGINE BEING SO MENTALLY specialED AND AUTISTIC THAT YOU FORCE YOUR TODDLERSLOP ON THE 'RU AND THINK THAT'S COOL. I BET THIS ferret JERKS OFF TO THE NUMBERS IN THAT SHOW TOO, CONSIDERING HIS AUTISM. YOU'RE SO IRRELEVANT THAT AFTER YOUR DISCORD XISTER CIRCUS_2 GOT BTFO YOU HAD TO START raisin WITH ME. DO THE 'RU A FAVOR AND GO BACK TO STIMMING TO YOUR homosexual raisinTY BABYCORE SHOW IN PEACE AND NOT ON THE BOORU WHERE ACTUAL GEMS ARE
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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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LMAO NO WAY THIS NUMBERFREAK diddy IS TALKING. YOU LITERALLY BASE YOUR ENTIRE PERSONALITY OFF OF A KIDS SHOW
ABOUT NUMBERS. IMAGINE BEING SO MENTALLY specialED AND AUTISTIC THAT YOU FORCE YOUR TODDLERSLOP ON THE 'RU AND THINK THAT'S COOL. I BET THIS ferret JERKS OFF TO THE NUMBERS IN THAT SHOW TOO, CONSIDERING HIS AUTISM. YOU'RE SO IRRELEVANT THAT AFTER YOUR DISCORD XISTER CIRCUS_2 GOT BTFO YOU HAD TO START raisin WITH ME. DO THE 'RU A FAVOR AND GO BACK TO STIMMING TO YOUR homosexual raisinTY BABYCORE SHOW IN PEACE AND NOT ON THE BOORU WHERE ACTUAL GEMS ARE
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LMAO NO WAY THIS NUMBERFREAK diddy IS TALKING. YOU LITERALLY BASE YOUR ENTIRE PERSONALITY OFF OF A KIDS SHOW ABOUT NUMBERS. IMAGINE BEING SO MENTALLY specialED AND AUTISTIC THAT YOU FORCE YOUR TODDLERSLOP ON THE 'RU AND THINK THAT'S COOL. I BET THIS ferret JERKS OFF TO THE NUMBERS IN THAT SHOW TOO, CONSIDERING HIS AUTISM. YOU'RE SO IRRELEVANT THAT AFTER YOUR DISCORD XISTER CIRCUS_2 GOT BTFO YOU HAD TO START raisin WITH ME. DO THE 'RU A FAVOR AND GO BACK TO STIMMING TO YOUR homosexual raisinTY BABYCORE SHOW IN PEACE AND NOT ON THE BOORU WHERE ACTUAL GEMS ARE
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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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LMAO NO WAY THIS NUMBERFREAK diddy IS TALKING. YOU LITERALLY BASE YOUR ENTIRE PERSONALITY OFF OF A KIDS SHOW ABOUT NUMBERS. IMAGINE BEING SO MENTALLY specialED AND AUTISTIC THAT YOU FORCE YOUR TODDLERSLOP ON THE 'RU AND THINK THAT'S COOL. I BET THIS ferret JERKS OFF TO THE NUMBERS IN THAT SHOW TOO, CONSIDERING HIS AUTISM. YOU'RE SO IRRELEVANT THAT AFTER YOUR DISCORD XISTER CIRCUS_2 GOT BTFO YOU HAD TO START raisin WITH ME. DO THE 'RU A FAVOR AND GO BACK TO STIMMING TO YOUR homosexual raisinTY BABYCORE SHOW IN PEACE AND NOT ON THE BOORU WHERE ACTUAL GEMS ARE
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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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LMAO NO WAY THIS NUMBERFREAK diddy IS TALKING. YOU LITERALLY BASE YOUR ENTIRE PERSONALITY OFF OF A KIDS SHOW ABOUT NUMBERS. IMAGINE BEING SO MENTALLY specialED AND AUTISTIC THAT YOU FORCE YOUR TODDLERSLOP ON THE 'RU AND THINK THAT'S COOL. I BET THIS ferret JERKS OFF TO THE NUMBERS IN THAT SHOW TOO, CONSIDERING HIS AUTISM. YOU'RE SO IRRELEVANT THAT AFTER YOUR DISCORD XISTER CIRCUS_2 GOT BTFO YOU HAD TO START raisin WITH ME. DO THE 'RU A FAVOR AND GO BACK TO STIMMING TO YOUR homosexual raisinTY BABYCORE SHOW IN PEACE AND NOT ON THE BOORU WHERE ACTUAL GEMS ARE
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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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LMAO NO WAY THIS NUMBERFREAK diddy IS TALKING. YOU LITERALLY BASE YOUR ENTIRE PERSONALITY OFF OF A KIDS SHOW ABOUT NUMBERS. IMAGINE BEING SO MENTALLY specialED AND AUTISTIC THAT YOU FORCE YOUR TODDLERSLOP ON THE 'RU AND THINK THAT'S COOL. I BET THIS ferret JERKS OFF TO THE NUMBERS IN THAT SHOW TOO, CONSIDERING HIS AUTISM. YOU'RE SO IRRELEVANT THAT AFTER YOUR DISCORD XISTER CIRCUS_2 GOT BTFO YOU HAD TO START raisin WITH ME. DO THE 'RU A FAVOR AND GO BACK TO STIMMING TO YOUR homosexual raisinTY BABYCORE SHOW IN PEACE AND NOT ON THE BOORU WHERE ACTUAL GEMS ARE
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LMAO NO WAY THIS NUMBERFREAK diddy IS TALKING. YOU LITERALLY BASE YOUR ENTIRE PERSONALITY OFF OF A KIDS SHOW ABOUT NUMBERS. IMAGINE BEING SO MENTALLY specialED AND AUTISTIC THAT YOU FORCE YOUR TODDLERSLOP ON THE 'RU AND THINK THAT'S COOL. I BET THIS ferret JERKS OFF TO THE NUMBERS IN THAT SHOW TOO, CONSIDERING HIS AUTISM. YOU'RE SO IRRELEVANT THAT AFTER YOUR DISCORD XISTER CIRCUS_2 GOT BTFO YOU HAD TO START raisin WITH ME. DO THE 'RU A FAVOR AND GO BACK TO STIMMING TO YOUR homosexual raisinTY BABYCORE SHOW IN PEACE AND NOT ON THE BOORU WHERE ACTUAL GEMS ARE
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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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who'll be jimbo's next victim?
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LMAO NO WAY THIS NUMBERFREAK diddy IS TALKING. YOU LITERALLY BASE YOUR ENTIRE PERSONALITY OFF OF A KIDS SHOW ABOUT NUMBERS. IMAGINE BEING SO MENTALLY specialED AND AUTISTIC THAT YOU FORCE YOUR TODDLERSLOP ON THE 'RU AND THINK THAT'S COOL. I BET THIS ferret JERKS OFF TO THE NUMBERS IN THAT SHOW TOO, CONSIDERING HIS AUTISM. YOU'RE SO IRRELEVANT THAT AFTER YOUR DISCORD XISTER CIRCUS_2 GOT BTFO YOU HAD TO START raisin WITH ME. DO THE 'RU A FAVOR AND GO BACK TO STIMMING TO YOUR homosexual raisinTY BABYCORE SHOW IN PEACE AND NOT ON THE BOORU WHERE ACTUAL GEMS ARE
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LMAO NO WAY THIS NUMBERFREAK diddy IS TALKING. YOU LITERALLY BASE YOUR ENTIRE PERSONALITY OFF OF A KIDS SHOW ABOUT NUMBERS. IMAGINE BEING SO MENTALLY specialED AND AUTISTIC THAT YOU FORCE YOUR TODDLERSLOP ON THE 'RU AND THINK THAT'S COOL. I BET THIS ferret JERKS OFF TO THE NUMBERS IN THAT SHOW TOO, CONSIDERING HIS AUTISM. YOU'RE SO IRRELEVANT THAT AFTER YOUR DISCORD XISTER CIRCUS_2 GOT BTFO YOU HAD TO START raisin WITH ME. DO THE 'RU A FAVOR AND GO BACK TO STIMMING TO YOUR homosexual raisinTY BABYCORE SHOW IN PEACE AND NOT ON THE BOORU WHERE ACTUAL GEMS ARE
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LMAO NO WAY THIS NUMBERFREAK diddy IS TALKING. YOU LITERALLY BASE YOUR ENTIRE PERSONALITY OFF OF A KIDS SHOW ABOUT NUMBERS. IMAGINE BEING SO MENTALLY specialED AND AUTISTIC THAT YOU FORCE YOUR TODDLERSLOP ON THE 'RU AND THINK THAT'S COOL. I BET THIS ferret JERKS OFF TO THE NUMBERS IN THAT SHOW TOO, CONSIDERING HIS AUTISM. YOU'RE SO IRRELEVANT THAT AFTER YOUR DISCORD XISTER CIRCUS_2 GOT BTFO YOU HAD TO START raisin WITH ME. DO THE 'RU A FAVOR AND GO BACK TO STIMMING TO YOUR homosexual raisinTY BABYCORE SHOW IN PEACE AND NOT ON THE BOORU WHERE ACTUAL GEMS ARE
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JIMBO OWNS YOU, JIMBO SUPPORTERS OWN YOU. GARF OWNS YOU. ONESHOT OWNS YOU. ACCEPT THESE FACTS AND SCRAM LIKE THE LITTLE BITCH YOU ARE, flamboyant person! 
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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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LMAO NO WAY THIS NUMBERFREAK diddy IS TALKING. YOU LITERALLY BASE YOUR ENTIRE PERSONALITY OFF OF A KIDS SHOW ABOUT NUMBERS. IMAGINE BEING SO MENTALLY specialED AND AUTISTIC THAT YOU FORCE YOUR TODDLERSLOP ON THE 'RU AND THINK THAT'S COOL. I BET THIS ferret JERKS OFF TO THE NUMBERS IN THAT SHOW TOO, CONSIDERING HIS AUTISM. YOU'RE SO IRRELEVANT THAT AFTER YOUR DISCORD XISTER CIRCUS_2 GOT BTFO YOU HAD TO START raisin WITH ME. DO THE 'RU A FAVOR AND GO BACK TO STIMMING TO YOUR homosexual raisinTY BABYCORE SHOW IN PEACE AND NOT ON THE BOORU WHERE ACTUAL GEMS ARE
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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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