@jasminehoags: Goodbye Brisbane 👋✈️ @Renee Hogan

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chelsearaed
Chelsea :
Kind sad Renne’s not there with you 🥹
2024-06-02 05:57:12
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hoganmatildaa
⚜️atilda :
i swear u was in the apartment for not even 12 months
2024-06-02 08:09:12
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littleepalm
♡︎ :
I remember posting this song dancing to it when you first move in😭😭😭😭😭 WE ARE SAD TOO
2024-06-02 07:06:41
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emilygyde796
Em 🫶🏻 :
Do we get an apartment reveal now?
2024-06-02 06:34:06
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milla.khloe
milla :
It’sss so empty 😭
2024-06-02 05:38:02
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denver_lee1
️ :
its so emptyyy😭
2024-06-02 09:15:44
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sofia_naidu
sofia :
NOOOOO
2024-06-02 05:47:05
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user22050463369426
কষ্টে ভরা জীবন :
🥰
2025-10-15 08:18:30
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cadencepeteraa
cadence :
How did that go so fast I swear you just moved in🤣
2024-06-02 10:14:38
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georgiamarie_
Georgia Marie :
Aw not the song you played when you got the apartment!🥲 So many amazing memories were made there! So excited for this next adventure 💗🎉
2024-06-02 09:18:38
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naykayy47
Naomi :
you were never home anyways it's okay 😭😂
2024-06-02 06:20:19
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.caitlyn.kelly
Caitlyn ❥ :
It’s so empty omg 😢
2024-06-02 05:39:00
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ruby93867729
ruby93867729 :
Omggg I feel like crying too xx🤍
2024-06-02 05:36:14
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uzr_.lia
uzr_.lia :
Noooo, I was hoping I would run into you one day😭
2024-06-02 08:30:00
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gardzzz.88
Ava :
end of a eraaa
2024-06-02 05:39:16
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mmiaseyesonly
mia’s priv :
my mission failed. said mission; meet you guys before you move.
2024-06-02 13:04:40
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brittxih4my
britknee :
Jesus wept 🙄
2024-06-02 12:47:06
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tarnsntrevorheath
Tarns2023 :
lots of amazing memories with you and Renee ❤️
2024-06-02 05:45:03
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susanhiggins62
Susan Higgins :
Safe travels girls.
2024-06-02 07:26:44
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harleywoodss_
harley :
this apartment won’t be forgotten 😭. but I can’t wait to see the next adventure and new memories xx
2024-06-04 12:12:03
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jdhhfrwla7t
chloe :
I love you so much 😭
2024-06-02 06:23:33
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tamzyn.verdon
𓆉 :
earlyy💕❤
2024-06-02 05:41:41
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debra_1962
debRa_1962 :
🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
2024-06-02 07:31:04
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samheylovestore
Sam • Heylovestore :
On to big and better things 🥰
2024-06-02 07:07:28
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hellohaleyhere
Haley :
New beginnings ✨
2024-06-02 06:00:06
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jesssb20
Jess :
Jacket brand?? Xx
2024-06-02 08:40:01
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notxcharxx
🇦🇺 charli jade 🇳🇿 :
Ima even miss it! 😭😢 x
2024-06-02 08:05:47
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soph_5960
Soph.🤍 :
WHATTT I NEVER KNEW U WERE FROM BRISBANE 😭
2024-06-02 11:34:09
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header_spamz
💕Heather_spamz💞 :
What are you doing with your car while you travel
2024-06-05 05:01:05
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thyhannguyen18
thyhannguyen18 :
How much was the rent
2024-06-02 06:17:39
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ashlijane13
Ash ✨ :
you did this sound when you moved in 🥹🥹
2024-06-04 15:08:44
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angelicapickles97
Angelica Alexander :
This made me sad for you 😭
2024-06-02 15:35:33
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sashabere
sasha.beresford :
new adventures waiting for you both. happy and safe travels ❤️
2024-06-02 17:57:44
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emilybonnie22
emilybonnie22 :
crying bc i never got to see you 😭
2024-06-03 01:24:07
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083790203880101a
083790203880101a :
Is that a huntsman on the roof! 💀
2024-06-03 02:14:20
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bonnybeetle
Bronwen :
🥰
2024-06-02 13:15:09
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yiayia644
yiayia :
❤️❤️❤️
2024-06-02 13:00:22
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__just_ok__
Sam :
onto the next chapter. so proud of you both for doing what you feel drawn to do and just doing it !! 🥰
2024-06-02 10:50:34
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