Barbad farahani
Dienstag, 19. Dezember 2023
I have to go, are we having a poetry competition? about shoes and cobblers?
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the dirtiest christmas ever: a parcel and a red rose wrapped in beautiful paper on the bed next to the roadside. as a sign of kindness and thank you. it's not just the police, but also the girl who never had a nazi criminal as a mother. the day before she looked at the photo of the hero sleeping on the side of the road
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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