Nasser Sultan

Nasser.

Nasser.

Nasser.

Nasser.

Nasser.

My name is Nasser.

I'm from season five, and you best know me for my outspoken, outrageous comments.

I'm the only person that says it how it is.

I'm like a joker, you know?

And some people take it, some people cut.

Tough titties.

And he'll do anything for a bit of screen time or attention.

He's sent very nasty images, texts, blasted me on his social media.

anyone you know what i say to you darling go away and i call her abby shitfield's podcast i would run away from you as well they're all fake very very brutal even the world's most wholesome musician he's found himself victim of nasa's acid tongue you know who gets up my nerves ed sheeran that bloke should be locked up in a lift

forced to listen to his shit music for 48 hours on loop and then tell me if these songs are good or not.

Oh my God, guys, Nasser is at it again.

He is at it again.

He doesn't understand, guys, why he was not invited as VIP to Australian Fashion Week.

I'm supposed to be here.

I'm Australia's favourite celebrity.