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I was up in Montreal, Canada and I met up with a couple of friends, one of them being Iranian. We decided to go to the Casino (the Iranian guy is a very big gambler) so he took us to the VIP section.
On one of the tables there was 2 Asian men, 1 Caucasian man, and a mid age blond woman. The table limit was $500 minimum, the blonde woman bet $1000 on one hand of blackjack, then me and my friend started to speak Persian. We actually started to make fun of her, and he kept telling me it will be nice to pick that woman up just for her money, so we started to go along and make jokes about it, and kept passing her to each other as a treat. Then all of the sudden she turned back and started to speak Persian with us. She said دستتون درد نکنه میشه لطفا تصمیمتون را بگیرید که کدومتون میخواد منو بلند کنه. اینقدر تعارف نکنید. We were shocked. No way she was Iranian, she didn’t look Iranian at all, so we didn’t answer because we were shocked, and then she said خیلی میخوام بدونم شما از چه خانواده ای هستید که بلد نبودند تربیتتون کنند.


 

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