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Mehmed Tariq

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Mehmed Tariq was born on 30 September 1984 in Dubai, United Emirates Arab. He has one wife, Aisha Tariq and 6 Sextuplets children. Mehmed Tariq was thinking about Aisha Tariq again. Aisha was a rude muppet with greasy ankles and dirty abs. One day, he and Aisha got into a fight.

 

Mehmed walked over to the window and reflected on his noisy surroundings. He had always hated dirty Dubai with its high-pitched, helpless houses. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel puzzled. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was a rude figure of Aisha Tariq. Mehmed gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a proud, unstable, whiskey drinker with short ankles and brown abs. His friends saw him as a few, fast friends. Once, he had even helped a fragile old man cross the road.

But not even a proud person who had once helped a fragile old man cross the road was prepared for what Aisha had in-store today.
The sun shone like laughing snakes, making Mehmed stressed. Mehmed grabbed a peculiar book that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Mehmed stepped outside and Aisha came closer, he could see the dull smile on her face. "Look Mehmed," growled Aisha, with a brave glare that reminded Mehmed of rude camels. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want affection. You owe me 4366 dollars."
Mehmed looked back, even more, stressed and still fingering the peculiar book. "Aisha, I love you," he replied.

They looked at each other with worried feelings, like two lazy, lovely lizards rampaging at a very wild funeral, which had jazz music playing in the background and two daring uncles talking to the beat. Mehmed studied Aisha's greasy ankles and dirty abs. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm afraid I declared myself bankrupt," explained Mehmed. "You will never get your money."
"No!" objected Aisha. "You lie!"

 

"I do not!" retorted Mehmed. "Now get your greasy ankles out of here before I hit you with this peculiar book."
Aisha looked afraid, her wallet raw like a kaleidoscopic, knowledgeable knife.
Mehmed could actually hear Aisha's wallet shatter into 4366 pieces. Then the rude muppet hurried away into the distance.
Not even a glass of whiskey would calm Mehmed's nerves tonight.

 

Since that day, Mehmed was considering moving into Los Santos with his family and his wife to avoid another conflict and led into a new life.

 

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UCP james_morales punya kamu ya?

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Iya tapi itu gak ada karakternya dan itu udah lamaaaaa banget, kalo bisa di delete aja sih tuh UCP soalnya waktu itu sebelom ada aturan ucp cuma boleh 1 doang, jamannya sebelom 2015-2016 kalo gak salah (correct me if I'm wrong yah). jadi itu UCP juga gak kepake dan pengen diapus aja gitu

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