A past that held them hostage, broken free as the wind.

Remember that 250 follower post, buckos?

Overture of 1812

Random hell I drew while I was literally on the other continent for a week (I was too lazy again to translate 2 last panels)

Local crack addict lusts over cartel victim oddity (the ending will shock you)

He's happier now, In a infinite walk, waiting for the next victim of its joy.

Rehaul for a certain gal 🩷

Behind the scene

Jeffrey

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