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Jan 5 @ 2:48pm 
just send me trade offer or bargain
Dec 10, 2025 @ 12:01am 
-rep cheater
Nov 30, 2025 @ 3:45pm 
-rep played with the scout all game and guarded the low tab
Nov 26, 2025 @ 10:33pm 
-rep
Nov 26, 2025 @ 6:01pm 
+rep very good player
Nov 24, 2025 @ 6:10pm 
gay
Nov 22, 2025 @ 3:33am 
2K3 in 1500 matches extra temu acc,low inventory value, poor, low stats, retire
Oct 30, 2025 @ 4:08pm 
-REP cheater
Oct 24, 2025 @ 12:14am 
+Rep. Is bargaining possible for the skin? I'll take it from the market.
good but toxic :/
Oct 19, 2025 @ 7:37am 
you fuc====g cheater
Oct 19, 2025 @ 7:36am 
uwu
Oct 19, 2025 @ 7:36am 
i hate
Oct 19, 2025 @ 7:31am 
you ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ n____a
Oct 19, 2025 @ 7:20am 
you n===a
Oct 10, 2025 @ 12:41pm 
-rep bot
Oct 6, 2025 @ 5:15pm 
nice player good aim nice comms +rep
Sep 11, 2025 @ 12:45pm 
csf offer
Jun 27, 2025 @ 11:46am 
viewmodel_presetpos 0;viewmodel_fov 65;viewmodel_offset_x 2.5;viewmodel_offset_y -2;viewmodel_offset_z -2
Jun 27, 2025 @ 8:47am 
sry my PC crashed and wouldnt restart
Jun 23, 2025 @ 8:59am 
-rep cheater
Jun 19, 2025 @ 6:20am 
ddiixel lvl 9 Faceit, pero parece lvl 3 con WiFi del McDonald's.
Tienes menos aim que un bot con lag, y aun así vienes a hablar.
Tu especialidad: morir en los primeros 10 segundos sin utilidad, sin info, y sin vergüenza. En B ni holdeas, ni matas, ni molestas. Solo estorbas.

Vas 9-17 en más de 20 rondas y te atreves a abrir la boca. Lo tuyo no es jugar mal, es hacerlo con dedicación.

¿Me llamas pobre? Dices eso mientras llevas más “default skins” que dignidad. Si tuvieras que elegir entre una skin y una cena caliente, probablemente elegirías... el ragequit.

Así que sí, sigue ladrando, dixel, que de payasos como tú se alimenta el circo que es el matchmaking.
Jun 13, 2025 @ 12:01am 
+rep awp master
May 24, 2025 @ 4:45pm 
I never expected Shanghai to be this hot—humid, chaotic, alive. But nothing matched the heat I felt when I met him.

His name was Amatelas. Precise hands, calm voice, and eyes like black tea with secrets steeped too long. We met at a rooftop bar near the Bund, over baijiu shots and awkward Spanglish-English.

He laughed at my accent. I teased him about his. Then... silence. That kind of silence charged with electricity.

Back in his apartment, the air was thick with jasmine and tension. He moved like silk, slow but sure. I remember the way his fingers traced my collarbone, the way he whispered "tranquilo..." as if he knew exactly how to undo me.

We didn’t speak much. We didn’t need to.

Just breath, skin, and the quiet rhythm of two strangers folding into each other.
Apr 5, 2025 @ 9:56am 
-rep