Barbad farahani
Donnerstag, 9. Januar 2025
آقا ما سیم بندی سین و صاتمون قاطی شد، بریم راه بریم، بینیم امروز به ما تنه میزنه یا نه، جون شما علکی حرف نزنم بنده ۲۵ ساله کتک نخوردم، دلم تنگ شد واسه درد و کتک. ورزش هم دیدم کسی بزن نیست گذاشتم کنار
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The vermin or the killer collective environment 2 kilometers away have been waiting eagerly to read today. Learn Farsi! Capo, you too!, but another interesting story worthy of discussion. I'll be there in five minutes
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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