Barbad farahani
Montag, 30. Dezember 2024
I have to go, but what the Turkish mafia and shahins are in this whole Viennese story I will tell you later! unwelcome brothers
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well, I'm scared now, the streets are empty and I hear this song from Vienna's 16th district: Well, Mr. Farahani, the question of who the father is will cost you your life! My answer: I only collected the stones, I didn't make them. There's a romance on the shelf, even if it costs my life, it was just a romance and everyone loved the child
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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