Barbad farahani
Mittwoch, 24. März 2021
آخه مادر قحبه است، میگه: چرا بر روی بته ی سینه عریان باکره با ناله میتازی، تو شخم گندم و مزه گندم را با نگاه من به من میبازی
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I keep thinking about writing a power of attorney and a will, but I only have a coked up holy bloodline group, and one is addicted to opium. Luckily the containers are with a hashish Mraiuaner grower. He never moves far away. You see, it's a shitty world, there is no other way to prove your loyalty to humanity. There is the best cocaine and grass and meth and everything you want from the holy shine guys. No poison, no bad mix, trust God's shamans children
In the 70s at the age of 24, my uncle DAVOOD bought a house with two floors and a yard in southern Tehran, through bookselling and antiques trading, his knowledge was unlimited, it started: he smokes opium, he smokes heroin, he is addicted , he is a bad person. Ultimately it was all because of this: no one in the family had a son like Davood. nobody is from our tribe. all were poor until the age of 50 or until today
Son of the bitch in Iran, has become an organizer too with the Iranian government, instead of reducing this fascist country to powder after 25 years of holocaust secret camera system, Iran blackmails Austria to continue the action. That is also the reason why I am alive, Dirty fucking luck in a dirty fucking miserable situation
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