Barbad farahani
Sonntag, 28. Januar 2024
I was 27 and everyone was jealous like that day in my shop: why are you sitting like a gentleman with 4 grams of cocaine in your nose. What's wrong with you, poor pig, you dirty poor man?
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Before I go to sleep: at some point you will find out, of course before Armageddon, that someone in Vienna and in Europe is throwing dog shit at judges and officials of whatever court, without remorse or fear of punishment, the face will be the target. The best faces are those of fascists who are not of European origin.
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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