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mariocrane
M@rioWWL :
Legenda ja zawsze w topce ❤️
2025-07-23 14:12:40
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dolar4754
MANTO👊🏼 :
Lipińska ?
2025-07-23 16:26:32
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aniakochamhusky
AniaKochamHusky :
będzie można zamawiać od razu telefonicznie?
2025-07-23 18:38:51
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brsc.int
brsc.int :
właściciel wydaje się spoko, a to już plus 😛
2025-07-22 15:16:46
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czarek__czaruje
Czarek Czaruje :
Blisko mnie 🫢 w końcu
2025-07-22 15:37:23
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docia891
Docia89 :
Nie możemy się doczekać 🥳🎉
2025-07-22 15:24:43
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prrprrpatapim293
prrprrpatapim :
W końcu coś w moim mieście dobre tam są kababy
2025-07-23 07:02:05
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pyrsonik
Pyrsonik :
Trzeba będzie się przejechać 😅
2025-07-23 11:56:45
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martadariadmoch
Marta Daria Dmoch :
Dla mnie najlepszy w WWL
2025-07-22 21:46:22
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pawcio7905
pawcio :
Super
2025-07-23 05:54:14
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__l4ur444
𝐿𝑎𝑢𝑟𝑎🌸❤️ :
może w końcu będzie coś dobrego w wołominie.
2025-07-22 19:28:59
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romekatomek90
romekatomek90 :
a będzie trochę więcej mięsa jak naparstek ? kiedyś było tam w miarę możliwie później sałatka w picie plus trochę mięsa
2025-07-23 07:15:25
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ms_rescuemate
M&M :
Topka w Polsce ciekawe czy drugi lokal utrzyma tak wysoką jakość jak JABŁONNA 🤤🤤🤤
2025-07-22 14:54:51
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kamilagiersz
Kamiśka :
na jakiej ulicy otwiera się ten kebab ?
2025-07-23 04:45:15
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wiktoriachrapinska
wiktoriachrapinska :
No nareszcie znowu otwarte!! 🖤
2025-07-23 08:30:42
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ewelinaewellaa
Tylko Twoja ❤️ :
no w końcu bo już myślałam że nie zjem kebaba
2025-07-23 08:06:40
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adam45614
Adam🙂 :
Kiedy otwieracie?
2025-07-22 19:23:54
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misiowe3
misiek :
w Jabłonnie tez taka sama nazwa?
2025-07-22 19:07:32
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sophie.officiall
Sophie :
Kiedy w kończy bo nie mam gdzie na kebsa chodzić
2025-07-23 11:20:10
1
lolekwwl
LolekWWL :
powodzenia w remoncie i do zobaczenia wkrótce 😊
2025-07-22 19:20:23
1
slawekb12209
Sławek12209😈🖤 :
Kiedyś dobry kebab później strasznie tylko ból brzucha
2025-07-22 21:26:24
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fc.barcelona7135
FC Barcelona 🤙 :
ja mieszkam w Wołominie
2025-07-23 02:00:27
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ilove_jacka
multi.jest.spoko :
moje miasto💪
2025-07-23 09:52:28
1
angelika9950
Angelika995 :
najlepszy kebab w Wołominie 🙂
2025-07-23 06:03:58
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combpo67
Combolot. :
Jechałem tam dziś i nic się nie zmieniło jedynie napis .
2025-07-22 19:36:53
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