Barbad farahani
Donnerstag, 15. September 2022
آقا من میرم کلاب هاوز و مینویسم به کوس رژیم مادر جنده، کدوم دیالوگ؟
صبح مادر جنده ها هم بخیر
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حاجی برق از کونم پرید خواب پرید عشقم به میهن پرید مخم شد کلید افکارم از اداره برق شنید حکم اعدامت را حاجی صدور کرد سر شاهپری: عوضی این رامین و نغمه و مادرشون ارزش های میهن ما هستن، شما بیجا میکنید مینویسد ما این تحمت را تحمل نمیکنیم
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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