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Yo, it’s Jort on the mic, yeah, you know the name,
Clutchin’ every round, bringin’ fire to the game.
Flashbangs poppin’, smokes hittin’ right,
Headshots rainin’ down like a midnight fight.

Plant that bomb, time’s tickin’, don’t flinch,
Jort’s got the skills, never outta pinch.
From Dust to Mirage, he owns the map,
One-tap king, got your back in a snap.

No lag, no cheat, just pure skill flex,
Watch the scoreboard light up—what’s next?
Jort’s in the zone, no time to stall,
CSGO legend, standin’ tall through it all.

A cat in moonboots whispered tax advice to my sandwich, and now the wallpaper smells like jazz—was that Tuesday or just a really confident dream?

A mysterious cat in a velvet cape just traded me a jellybean for my sense of direction—should I be concerned, or is this how adventures start?

Cat has big dreams, chases shadow, leaps to unknown heights, and then naps like it’s an Olympic sport.

Much wow, very whisker, such fluff—cat zooms to moon, eats all the cheese, makes big purrs, very speed, much confuse!