-rep drives a kia soul

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-rep claims he has a karmbit

-rep tried to scam me for my butterfly knife

Amp was this cool guy that would dip himself in ranch and take a dab while staring you dead in the eyes, no words- only the sound of him scraping his little dabbledoo rig and inhaling vigorously. before you think.... this is probably something chaptgpt said... well lets face it... it's not... I actually sat here and typed this whole ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ thing... could you tell? do you still have the goldfish encrusted panties you used to wear from time to time, or its it a stinky pile of gyro from last nights feast? These questions must be answered. Address them now on your twitter.

Anyways... 2 dads... out

Amp was the kind of man who made the air feel heavier just by walking into the room. Every inch of him oozed heat — from the way his shirt clung to his broad chest and sculpted abs, to the lazy, confident sway of his hips that made it impossible not to stare. His jawline looked like it had been carved with sin in mind, dusted with stubble that begged to be touched. His voice? Low, dark velvet — the kind that slipped under your skin and stayed there. And his eyes, god — smoldering, wicked, like they could strip you bare with a single glance and still leave you wanting more. He didn’t just look like sex; he moved like it, every gesture deliberate, dripping with a kind of raw, magnetic power that left everyone aching to be near him.