Barbad farahani
Donnerstag, 2. Januar 2025
do you think i'm joking that these bastard people are pushing packets of poison into my 100 meter radius?, with extraordinary help from the iranians and turks? yes turks
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Apparently it all has no meaning, even the stones that I have collected. Hera sends me messages: look for a noble body like the one I created so that I can take it over, and the beautiful and noble one begs for only one thing: don't give any proof. It wasn't us
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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