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وَهَم🇦🇷. :

اخوي جاسم✨.

2025-11-10 17:08:54

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مًرتٌـضًـى أّلَبًهّـأّدٍلَيِّ :

بعد كلبي خي 💝

2025-11-13 21:09:08

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جعفر🔇🔥🌪 :

هوه اكو صاحب كله مصالح👍😕

2025-11-11 17:59:18

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المصمم سنوفر☢️✖️ :

مبدع خييء✨💙

2025-11-10 21:25:14

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عــہليوُي🇬🇧🍃¹👀 :

اخوي 💕💞💝

2025-11-12 08:05:14

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مـصـمـمـه آنوشــه💫💥 :

ابداع

2025-11-10 18:42:59

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Polat Alemdar :

طعنوني و صحت وينك يخوي درت وجهي و لكيتك انت طاعني🖤🥀

2025-11-13 03:36:21

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حربي⤹🇦🇪 :

♯ـكلهه مصالح 💔💥 وحداني 🙅

2025-11-13 13:23:20

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فاطمه اي :

😭✨

2025-11-13 11:16:36

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🇮🇶⃤ 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒇 يــوسف :

2025-11-11 08:56:00

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ادلـᬽـ꙰💚𝄠ۛـبي😉☝️🥷🫀💥💫🤍. :

انا معندي

2025-11-13 07:57:27

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عٌـِـِِـِـزٌٍُٕيفُـ,ـٍ :

@انا

2025-11-13 08:16:04

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ابوعلوله/aplola :

@برشلونه

2025-11-12 17:16:48

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المصمم عقولي 👻 :

@وصعب تكتم حزن بجسم كله جروح 😞 وصعب تلزم قلم وترسم عطر ميفوح 🥀 وصعب توصف محبه وصورتك متلوح 💔 وصعب يبقى التحبه عمره ابد ميروح 🥺لعيونك

2025-11-13 05:26:49

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🏁★غيروگ♠🍃🇬🇧. :2𝟎𝟏𝟏 :

دخل الحساب وشوف نشر ول فيديو#setting

2025-11-12 18:50:28

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↺ ♯̶اًبو عداي🇬🇧🍃¹↻ :

ابداع✨❤

2025-11-10 21:21:17

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المصـمـم طَـلسَـم🇦🇷 :

✨صاحبي دازلي المقطع يعني شنو🫤 ✨

2025-11-12 18:00:14

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سجودي🫶🫤 :

جان بس هسة 👋👋🫂💔

2025-11-12 09:02:11

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ابو كيان𝟙𝟡𝟡𝟞 :

2025-11-13 14:22:27

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كيلوا سيلفا 😏 :

صاحبي واخويا من ترضى 🫂 انا وياه نروح للروح🤩

2025-11-13 13:55:59

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علاوي الحشداوي 🤬 :

😂😂

2025-11-11 12:15:49

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مـصـمـم كـرار ✪ :

حبيبي الغالي ربي يحفظك ويسعدك ويوفقك يارب العالمين ❤

2025-11-12 11:53:36

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المصـمـم طَـلسَـم🇦🇷 :

مُبدع ڪفو✨

2025-11-12 18:12:12

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. :

مكو واحد كله منيجه😮‍💨

2025-11-11 22:50:25

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🤠🪙بكر واحد عراق :

@آمِــــــــيـــــــّرll💎 @حــســيـن〆 💜

2025-11-13 09:54:19

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