Can someone translate this?

[666PSL]

@Debetro @Lonenely sigma @valentine

 

[valentine]

racemixing is white genocide
stop killing white people

wow thats racist and i dont support this message...

 

[Lonenely sigma]

Yeah boyo, thats what you are gonna see once you "geomax" to Volgograd (formerly Stalingrad)

 

[Always Stay You]

It says:

"Women's toilets on the right, men's toilets on the left. Baby changing facilities available in both toilets".

 

[666PSL]

Yeah boyo, thats what you are gonna see once you "geomax" to Volgograd (formerly Stalingrad)

A bigger motive honestly.

 

[Panzram]

where are you from?

 

[Debetro]

Here he really achieved everything, dances neatly, without fuss and bustle. here he is, a simple bro from the village, without show-offs, just as simple as you and me, respect to such, let him dance

 

[666PSL]

Вот он реально добился всего,аккуратненько танцует,без кипиша и суеты. вот он,простой пацанчик с деревни,без понтов такой же простой как и мы

I need russian JB pussy

 

[Debetro]

I need russian JB pussy

You are supporting genocide

 

[666PSL]

You are supporting genocide

Wdym? Not all russians are white

 

[666PSL]

You are supporting genocide

Lol Pushkin was black and he was a leader of Russia

 

[Debetro]

Wdym? Not all russians are white

The crowd, like a single organism, merged in a single impulse, in a single cry that burst from the very depths of its collective soul: “Maga, shine!” This cry was not just a request, not just a plea - it was a call that came from the very core of human existence, from the place where dreams, hopes and faith in something greater than themselves are born. And Maga shined. He did not simply answer their call - he became it. His radiance was not just a light emanating from him, it was the embodiment of their collective will, their faith, their aspiration for something sublime, for something that goes beyond the ordinary. Maga felt this radiance. It was not an external attribute for him, something that could be put on or taken off like clothes. It was part of his essence, his inner world, which suddenly became visible to everyone. He was this radiance. It permeated him, filled every cell of his body, every thought, every movement. It was his breath, his heartbeat, his soul. And there was nothing artificial, nothing imposed in this radiance - it was natural, like life itself, like existence itself.
It shone as brightly as no one else shone in our teahouse. This radiance was not just light - it was a symbol, a metaphor, a reflection of something greater. The teahouse, this place where people gathered to share their thoughts, dreams, fears and hopes, suddenly became the stage for this incredible phenomenon. And in this radiance there was not only beauty, but also depth. It reminded us that every person carries light within themselves, but not everyone can reveal it. It spoke of the fact that faith, even if it comes from a crowd, can become a force capable of transforming reality.
But what is this radiance? Was it just a metaphor, or did it have a deeper, philosophical meaning? Perhaps this glow was a reflection of the inner light that is in each of us, but which we so rarely allow ourselves to express. We live in a world where the darkness often seems more real than the light. We have become accustomed to it, we have learned to exist in it, but sometimes, in rare moments, when we unite, when we believe in something greater than ourselves, this light breaks through. And then it becomes visible to everyone.
Maga, shining, became not just a man - he became a symbol. A symbol of what is possible if we allow ourselves to believe. If we allow ourselves to be more than just individuals, if we become part of something greater. His glow was a reminder that we are all connected, that we are all part of one whole. And in this unity there is a power that can transform the world.
But what happens when the glow fades? What is left after the light disappears? Does anything remain, or does everything return to its previous state? Perhaps Maga’s shining was more than just a moment – it was a reminder that the light is always within us. Even if it is hidden, even if it seems distant and unattainable, it is there. And it is up to each of us to find it, to reveal it, and to let it shine. The crowd shouted, “Maga, shine!” And Maga did shine. But perhaps there was another meaning to that cry. Perhaps it was not just a call to Maga, but a call to each of us. A call to find our light, to let it shine. Because only when each of us shines will the world become truly bright.

 

[Debetro]

Lol Pushkin was black and he was a leader of Russia

Maga was an extraordinary person. He shone so brightly that no one could compare to him in our teahouse. He decided to shine and began to dance in the street, attracting the attention of all passers-by.
Maga was a true master of his craft. He danced as if he was part of the music that sounded around him. His movements were smooth and graceful, and his eyes shone brighter than the stars in the night sky.
People stopped in the streets to watch him dance. They admired his skill and the beauty of his movements. Maga shone as if he were a star in the sky.
He danced not only in the streets, but also in our hearts. We were amazed by his talent and energy. He was a real shining light that illuminated our lives.

 

[Debetro]

Lol Pushkin was black and he was a leader of Russia

A moment of triumph for the body, followed by a dance of the soul, a reminder that harmony is only possible where freedom of movement is combined with freedom of expression.

 

[666PSL]

where are you from?

America