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xXD4NKM3M3L0V3R2005Xx said:

>Oh I’m a shartycuck!
>Yes I’m a shartycuck!
>FPE like having fun…
>I don’t give a fuck!
>We’re always obsessed
>femjanny FPE pedo shartycuck!
>Taking over the world ain’t nobody can stop!
>Oh I’m a shartyfail!
>Yes I’m a shartyfail!
>Gooning through the night,
>Moving like a tornado!
>Oh I’m a shartyfail!
>Yes I’m a shartyfail!

If yuo we're to own sharty what would you do to make it gemmier?

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    ChrisCrossGriffin said:

    The sharty is becoming increasingly more like the jarty

    XxHighBraphog420Xx said:

    Sois are probably going insane because they know that their site will get shutdown in around 3 years

    ChrisCrossGriffin said:

    Remember all of these people are above 18 btw
    Grown ass men simping for a wikipedia ripoff admin 💀

    if they want to save the 'arty they need to ban BBC, femjaks and slopjaks. shit like this is why i barely touch the 'ru

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    >Oh I’m a shartycuck!
    >Yes I’m a shartycuck!
    >FPE like having fun…
    >I don’t give a fuck!
    >We’re always obsessed
    >femjanny FPE pedo shartycuck!
    >Taking over the world ain’t nobody can stop!
    >Oh I’m a shartyfail!
    >Yes I’m a shartyfail!
    >Gooning through the night,
    >Moving like a tornado!
    >Oh I’m a shartyfail!
    >Yes I’m a shartyfail!

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    In Loving Memory of Gill_Koyim

    We gather with heavy hearts to remember Gill_koyim-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, Gill_koyim 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. Gill_koyim did not pretend. He was who he was. Tragically, Gill_koyim 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, Gill_koyim. You were seen. You are missed. You are loved.

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