@joycebiason.a: BLADELESS FAN WITH AIR PURIFIER đŸŒŹïžđŸ  Ang lakas maka hotel vibes ng electric fan na ‘to!! With remote & touch control pa!! @KANAZAWA #kanazawa #kanazawaph #kanazawabladelessfan #bladelessfan

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teachercharie
Charie :
where do you edit your vids mii?ang ganda po ng mga videos💖
2025-09-15 07:18:51
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diorfineshyt
Dior :
wow ganda naman ng bladeless fan nato
2025-10-15 14:07:21
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mtan1988
Mark Tan :
inverter po ba?
2025-10-09 02:30:01
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izay_yazi
ZetaSagittarii✹ :
San mo po nabile yung suot mo? And kumusta po itong fan so far?
2025-09-29 18:48:21
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rhacebundalian
Rhace Bundalian :
Ganda Joyce!♄
2025-09-14 11:24:44
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meetmarielle
meetmarielle on ig :
hala ang gandaaaa
2025-09-12 12:12:14
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ja 𐙚 :
💗💗💗
2025-09-12 03:37:42
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joycebiason.a
Joyce | Travel and Lifestyle :
@Rav's shop2022 bladeless fan link 🙂
2025-09-12 10:44:03
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joycebiason.a
Joyce | Travel and Lifestyle :
@aindrea here sa fan mi đŸ€—
2025-09-12 10:43:25
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joycebiason.a
Joyce | Travel and Lifestyle :
@KANAZAWA
2025-09-12 09:01:21
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..coffhie123
Coffee`` :
parang stand fan din po ba kunsumo nyan? or parang clip fan lang na mababa kunsumo?
2025-09-24 14:39:05
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rialeebanez
rialeebañez ∞ :
Basket miđŸ„°
2025-09-12 04:45:13
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I Know Your Names - Copycat #copycat #darkpop #darkpopmusic #beyourself #cheerio Lyrics: You thought you could wear my skin But your newest surface cracks again - and there’s nothing within No spark, no soul, just borrowed lines A mannequin dressed in someone else’s shine Oh, oh, oh, oh Are you a skater or the witch tonight Which costume wins your latest fight You flip between the labels like a cheap disguise Picking up offences, playing minority by trial Oh, I had a doctor’s appointment - and you had it too I make music now? Wow, you make music too I wear black - and so do you Even your eyes changed to green? Wow, how true Crying misunderstood while you aim your blame Pointing fingers, playing hurt, playing fame But I keep my people close - years, not a day I don’t need your drama to prove my way You wanted me up all night, stuck with you on the phone Not with my man I fell for your tricks once, but I’m done with that plan You pulled the night till five, trying to bend me whole I’m done with your trap I won’t pay the toll Are you 1% this, 1% that - genetic badges for your show The percentage you’re lacking: personality, moral spine, and soul You beg with tears in public light, sell sorrow for a stare Digital hearts and open wounds - attention everywhere You call it loneliness, you call it pain But longing for an audience means you’re faking rain I won’t be dragged into the need of your disguise I see right through the post, the pose, the lies You wanted me up all night, stuck with you on the phone Not with my man I fell for your tricks once, but I’m done with that plan You pulled the night till five, trying to bend me whole I’m done with your trap I won’t pay the toll Stay small, stay hollow - steal somebody’s name Pretend you’re rising, but you’re playing someone’s game I won’t feed your hunger for the spotlight’s glow Go hunt your validation elsewhere - shu-shu-go I don’t track your art I don’t keep tabs on you I wish you well Be famous if that’s what you choose But keep your drama off my porch Keep your thunder on the street You’re not the center of my world You’re not the beat You wanted me awake all night, trapped on the phone Not with my man I fell for your scheme once, but I won’t again You kept me up till five, twisting the night to your control I’m done with your trap I won’t pay the toll You can rebrand, change your act - but it’s all flat You live for a pat on the back - imagine that I am not your audience I am not your act Goodbye, Temu W. Cheerio, Copycat
I Know Your Names - Copycat #copycat #darkpop #darkpopmusic #beyourself #cheerio Lyrics: You thought you could wear my skin But your newest surface cracks again - and there’s nothing within No spark, no soul, just borrowed lines A mannequin dressed in someone else’s shine Oh, oh, oh, oh Are you a skater or the witch tonight Which costume wins your latest fight You flip between the labels like a cheap disguise Picking up offences, playing minority by trial Oh, I had a doctor’s appointment - and you had it too I make music now? Wow, you make music too I wear black - and so do you Even your eyes changed to green? Wow, how true Crying misunderstood while you aim your blame Pointing fingers, playing hurt, playing fame But I keep my people close - years, not a day I don’t need your drama to prove my way You wanted me up all night, stuck with you on the phone Not with my man I fell for your tricks once, but I’m done with that plan You pulled the night till five, trying to bend me whole I’m done with your trap I won’t pay the toll Are you 1% this, 1% that - genetic badges for your show The percentage you’re lacking: personality, moral spine, and soul You beg with tears in public light, sell sorrow for a stare Digital hearts and open wounds - attention everywhere You call it loneliness, you call it pain But longing for an audience means you’re faking rain I won’t be dragged into the need of your disguise I see right through the post, the pose, the lies You wanted me up all night, stuck with you on the phone Not with my man I fell for your tricks once, but I’m done with that plan You pulled the night till five, trying to bend me whole I’m done with your trap I won’t pay the toll Stay small, stay hollow - steal somebody’s name Pretend you’re rising, but you’re playing someone’s game I won’t feed your hunger for the spotlight’s glow Go hunt your validation elsewhere - shu-shu-go I don’t track your art I don’t keep tabs on you I wish you well Be famous if that’s what you choose But keep your drama off my porch Keep your thunder on the street You’re not the center of my world You’re not the beat You wanted me awake all night, trapped on the phone Not with my man I fell for your scheme once, but I won’t again You kept me up till five, twisting the night to your control I’m done with your trap I won’t pay the toll You can rebrand, change your act - but it’s all flat You live for a pat on the back - imagine that I am not your audience I am not your act Goodbye, Temu W. Cheerio, Copycat

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