Barbad farahani
Dienstag, 7. Januar 2025
جاکش پدر حسادت دختر و پسرش جنایتکارانه تر و کثیف تره، پخمه تخممرغی های نازنین چتی
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so I'm going to sleep now, I'm putting the crystal ball on my stomach until I wake up, I hope it doesn't roll down with the black matter sucked out and break, the windows are open and Vienna is cold and grey. only this matter can fight something that is unnatural and not moral. I mean, 6 kilometres away there lives one from Morocco, it's a shame that Morocco is on the wrong place and on the wrong ground and will also be buried in the wrong place. nice character, damn young age
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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