Barbad farahani
Sonntag, 12. Januar 2025
خودم یادم یاد، همچین انقلابی کردن من که ریدم به خودم گفتم چشم دستامون میچسبونیم به سینمون سروان، خیلی جاکشی، بعد فرار کردیم
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so gentlemen and ladies and others i have to go to sleep, but, the author of this last letter is a messenger of the message from three dimensions: we never give up! usually one shot at a time, or something explodes. well patrik is already about to explode in Macccau. asshole son of the bitch with my women, 12 in one room. fuuuuck
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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