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@idntimes: Sebuah mobil Porsche menabrak Nissan Grand Livina di Tol Sidoarjo, Minggu (17/3/2024). Kejadian tersebut terjadi di Tol Kejapanan - sidoarjo KM 768.400/B.  Kanit PJR 2 Polda Jatim AKP Puguh mengatakan, kendaraan Porshce warna hijau dengan Nopol B 333 LKA itu dikendarai oleh NAK warga Graha Famili Surabaya yang masih berusia pelajar.  #idntimes #idntimesjatim #idntimesnews #tiktokberita #tiktoknews #kecelakaanmobil #kecelakaanporsche #tolsidoarjo

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