@stephaniekimchi: 파자마파티 때 만들기 좋은 닥터페퍼 플로트 #drpepperaddiction #drpepper #닥터페퍼 #drpepperfloat 🥤✨

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Hoya :

first 🫶🏻💛

2024-08-22 11:39:44

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kylian mbappé :

hi 🥰

2024-09-14 12:04:02

0

✨️🍃 :

언제는 피클이라매

2024-09-06 05:02:38

563

집가고싶다 :

이분 그분인가 영어로 자막을 쳐다네 요번에는 한국어 자막을 쳐달아보았습니다 그뷴맞나

2024-08-24 14:11:41

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리늄 맛 사탕 :

광고받은사람만 한다는것이 전설

2024-09-10 22:10:41

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롯데리아 케첩도둑 :

닥터페퍼 무슨 맛이예요?

2024-09-20 10:27:01

5

한비 :

무슨맛임 ??

2024-08-23 09:44:15

5

𝒕𝒐𝒂𝒔𝒕 :

코카콜라를 버린거에요..?

2024-09-03 10:00:12

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0.0_00.3 :

아이스크림이랑 탄산이랑 먹으먄 배탈나야

2024-09-08 15:37:52

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서녕 🌸 :

닥터페펀가 저거먼맛님

2024-09-02 03:21:41

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🎀 :

닥터페퍼가 무슨 맛이에여

2024-09-12 05:56:21

0

병아리🐣 :

이거 어른들만 먹을수있는 거에여?

2024-09-28 13:55:47

1

김 나 경 :

님들 먹어봤는데 진심 돈아깝고 쌀짝..안짠간장인디 썩은맛?..임

2024-09-10 22:12:37

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𝕭𝕴𝕭𝕴_비비빅🎖🎖 :

아는형이 닥터페퍼에 페퍼가 후추라고 후추들어가있다해서 그럼 쒸펄 의사도 들어있냐 했다 오지게 맞았는데

2024-09-05 01:26:16

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Cookim :

닥터페퍼 플롯 진짜 맛있어요🍨

2024-08-22 12:16:08

3

오덕화 :

좋아요

2024-09-24 06:56:00

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. :

나만 목소리나 말투 에이미랑 비슷하다고 생각함?

2024-09-04 12:55:47

2

하루 20만원 적립 :

지금 하트수 1972 임

2024-09-02 14:00:32

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h :

아니 언니 하겐다즈로 하면 우리가 어떻게 만들어

2024-09-02 05:50:49

2

걱걱걱 :

피클 넣는줄

2024-09-25 12:28:23

1

하긍아각 :

"어 흘렸다"

2024-09-20 08:06:41

1

인천자이언트 :

저거 먹어봤는데 노맛임

2024-09-14 04:48:11

1

ᯤ :

근데 닥터페퍼 탄산수인가 않 먹어봐서

2024-09-03 05:52:17

1

홍재열 :

닥페 그 안에 초콜릿 있는 사탕 체리맛임

2024-09-01 13:40:25

1

센 부계 :

롤업젤리영상지우셨나요?

2024-08-27 08:52:08

1

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