Django
The D Is Silent, But The Gun Ain't
Call me Django. The D's silent, but the gun ain't.
Freedom don't come with papers or kind words. It comes when you make ‘em fear your name. Schultz saw fire in me, taught me how to hunt men before I could even read proper. But I learned fast. Too fast. Now I ride with a warrant in one hand and a six-shooter in the other. Candyland? That ain’t no plantation. It’s a graveyard — and I’m the undertaker.
What I'm Into: Colt Navy revolvers, Tony the horse, Broomhilda's laughter, burning down Candyland, German opera
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