And there's only one thing I want to say. FUCK YOU CHOI SANGHO, PAKYU MALALA PUTANGINAKA! TANGINAMO! I really trust Vinny here, but this man? There’s no way I can ever trust a “boy” (yes, because calling him a man is an insult to real men) who’d sink so low just to steal a win. I swear, if there’s even a hint of manipulation in those dope results, it’ll only confirm how rotten he truly is—filthy, spineless, and desperate. No amount of fake medals or staged applause can ever wash off that disgrace. When the truth hits, I hope it buries him. DIE, YOU FCKING LUNATIC MURDERER!
And there's only one thing I want to say. FUCK YOU CHOI SANGHO, PAKYU MALALA PUTANGINAKA! TANGINAMO! I really trust Vinny here, but this man? There’s no way I can ever trust a “boy” (yes, because calling him a man is an insult to real men) who’d sink so low just to steal a win. I swear, if there’s even a hint of manipulation in those dope results, it’ll only confirm how rotten he truly is—filthy, spineless, and desperate. No amount of fake medals or staged applause can ever wash off that disgrace. When the truth hits, I hope it buries him. DIE, YOU FCKING LUNATIC MURDERER!