Barbad farahani
Sonntag, 14. März 2021
on june 7th 2020, it was warm and my sweat salty, the pedestrians sweet, my lemon soda sour. 3 years were over and no news from sam. I hope he's coming soon
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جمیله جون کوچیکتم،.. به آش آلو بگو:خپل نیای سه بازی... بزن تو کار هسته زردآلو آبی فسفری ریز بازی، سپاهی خیلی ریزش رو واسه ما اومدی، نیای سه بازی
تکلیف ما با هسته زردآلو چیست؟ | افسانهای که نمایشنامه شکسپیر هم به آن اشاره کرد
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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