- rep tooxic kebeb

-rep toxic

-rep wh bots

-rep trolling for no reason

1m65 warrior

just send me trade offer or bargain

-rep cheater

-rep played with the scout all game and guarded the low tab

-rep

+rep very good player

gay

2K3 in 1500 matches extra temu acc,low inventory value, poor, low stats, retire

-REP cheater

+Rep. Is bargaining possible for the skin? I'll take it from the market.

good but toxic :/

you fuc====g cheater

uwu

i hate

you ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ n____a

you n===a

-rep bot

nice player good aim nice comms +rep

csf offer

viewmodel_presetpos 0;viewmodel_fov 65;viewmodel_offset_x 2.5;viewmodel_offset_y -2;viewmodel_offset_z -2

sry my PC crashed and wouldnt restart

-rep cheater

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.

+rep awp master

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.

-rep