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user110007890
Nord.020 :
Аға болашақ аспаздарға айтар кеңесіңіз болса
2022-07-28 14:11:55
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inkarmoldabekova
Inkar Moldabekova :
үйлену керек)
2022-07-28 19:25:13
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kakbudto4
SAYREX [FF] :
протеин бғатан
2022-07-29 01:54:18
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asylzhansarsenbek
Асылжан Сарсенбек :
500 мл сүтке гейнер бір қасық (гейнердің ішінде қасығы болады) күніне 2 рет . serious mass гейнерді алсаңыз жақсы
2022-07-30 13:22:27
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lmylove710
SSSAA :
Орифлеймнен комплекс витамины велнес..... соны ишип мен семирдим бырак салмак керек жоқ мен енды азссам деймын
2022-07-31 13:15:55
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arailyy.04
Maratovna :
Тамаққа тойып ап,дым істеми жату керек😂😂😂😂
2022-08-01 09:20:45
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orken_tau_kz
orken_tau_kz :
Ұйлену керек ! Қүйрық май же 🥰
2022-08-03 13:17:27
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kuatzhan_2019_
𝕂𝕦𝕒𝕥𝕫𝕙𝕒𝕟 🥋 :
ПРОТЕИН ІШ СҮТКЕ ҚОСЫП САЛМАҚ ҚОСАСЫН.
2022-08-05 20:02:17
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user195595351
Rozmin :
Айел жакса карынмен,жанбасын жалпайады .Айелин жакпаса так боп, кулагын калкаяды
2022-08-20 03:47:26
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Did you ever climb a hill just to breathe? Just to let the silence punch you in the gut and remind you you’re still alive? Up in the Apuseni, somewhere past the last bark of a sheepfold dog and before the edge of reason, there’s a barn that has given up on impressing anyone. The wood peels like sunburnt skin, its beams bend like tired men. It’s not picturesque. It’s not curated. It just is. But then there’s that swing—still tied to the tree like a secret never told. It hangs there, stubborn, creaking when the wind remembers to push it. A monument to a childhood that maybe wasn’t yours, but you can feel in your teeth. These hills don’t whisper; they accuse. Of forgetting. Of leaving. Of paving over stories with concrete and hashtags. Țara Moților isn’t a fairy tale, it’s a poem. A beautiful, wild, necessary poem. The land breathes like a sleeping beast, and deep beneath it, bones and ice and handprints older than history remind us we weren’t the first to cry here. The Apuseni caves don’t echo—they swallow. Villages cling to ridges like dried blood, and old women still make bread without looking at recipes. Time here doesn’t pass—it ferments. Why do we always seek the polished, the filtered, the easy? When did we start calling ruins ugly and forget they’re just survivors without makeup? That swing, that barn, that hill—they’re not waiting for you. They’re not here to make you feel better. But maybe, just maybe, if you sit on that swing and close your eyes, something buried might stir. Do you still remember what made you laugh as a child? When was the last time you truly missed something you never had? Video by @giani_frentz [Apuseni Mountains, Țara Moților, Rustic Solitude, Abandoned Barns, Forgotten Childhoods, Carpathian Silence, Romanian Wilderness, Mountain Memories, Traditional Heritage, Ancient Caves, Nature’s Wrath, Weathered Wood, Lonely Swings, Village Remnants, Ice Caves, Spiritual Geography, Stark Beauty, Fermented Time, Rural Emotions, Ancestral Echoes] #romania #travel #apuseni #rawplaces
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