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Eloise Drumond :

N tem como melhorar oq já é perfeito 🤷🏻♥

2020-07-03 20:04:37

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linda

2020-07-13 12:52:28

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🧸 :

sigσ τσ∂σs ∂є vσℓτα

2020-07-22 02:34:39

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trnsa rindo e dormi chorando😭 :

ficou linda

2020-07-04 01:24:16

15

Ana julia novais :

Vc é de chiquititas ????

2020-07-07 02:43:36

2

isaa :

você é a janu de Chiquititas🥺

2020-08-11 18:56:02

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nandafarah :

Eu vi vc pessoalmente em riviera em 2019 😁

2020-10-15 16:46:43

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alicemello.g :

ela faz a Janu em chiquititas

2020-07-04 22:49:25

1

Marcela Barroso :

todo jeito ela é linda

2020-07-26 04:24:19

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Kawe :

ela não responde

2020-07-04 01:01:23

4

Ana Paula Pereira :

oi janu não está mais mal né kkkkkk🤔

2020-07-06 23:06:01

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ana<3 :

oi me da uma curtida no meu comentário por favor

2020-07-03 20:10:52

1

luh :

É a janu de chiquititas???

2020-07-04 23:45:11

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Juciele Andrade :

kkkoooiiii

2020-07-25 20:46:43

2

stranger things :

Ficou linda

2020-08-26 23:31:53

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Jose wesley Gomes :

adoro vc

2020-07-04 03:37:49

7

evemray :

linda

2020-08-31 14:05:10

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mariaclaradspp :

Perfeita

2020-08-11 13:52:30

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Lidiane Silva :

ta linda como sempre🥰

2020-07-07 12:08:28

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♡SIGO DE VOLTA♡ :

Oi janu kkkkk cara vc e da chiquitas foi mal vim nessa hora kkk😅

2020-08-27 07:41:10

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José Elias :

Linda

2020-07-04 00:46:42

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emanuelasilva :

sigo todos de volta geral

2020-07-04 00:57:14

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🐈‍⬛ :

pq vc é tão perfeita janu kkkkk

2021-06-02 21:13:57

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Ronald Garcia :

eu to com sono

2020-07-03 20:04:04

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•PF•ɢᴀʙʀɪᴇʟϟ :

oiiiie

2020-07-26 17:58:10

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