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My hero:

None of us get out alive. Now you can huddle in a group and face it one day at a time, or you could be grateful that when your body rubs against someone else's, it explodes with enough pleasure that you can forget, even for a minute, that you're only a walking pile of ashes...
HAHAHA

My idol...

Fucking foreigners.

My boy, and my team. Jaguars.