@elxuor: Le thon c’est pas normal 💀

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yacine8.44
yacine 🇲🇦 :
Tout ca pour finir avec de la mayo
2025-07-21 16:40:04
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zaraki8908
zaraki8908 :
La création d’Allah est incroyable
2025-07-21 16:38:28
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nosco_91
nosco🇬🇵 :
en gros ce poisson c'est un monstre
2025-07-21 15:07:52
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yalyubstar
🍒strideメ𝟶 :
avec attiecké...🫦
2025-07-21 19:48:20
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wawa.lz
🧠 :
pas impressionnant
2025-08-14 11:33:04
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user38707061246017
Gladiator :
l'eau est l'endroit le plus flippant au monde
2025-07-23 09:50:13
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infox___2910
Inføx___2910 :
je crois que j vais rester chez moi cette vacances
2025-07-21 15:05:56
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evrad229
De CHACUS🇧🇯 :
il est parti comme mon salaire 😭
2025-07-22 00:45:08
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marieemmanuellako4
Marie-Emma🎀💜 :
thon ça là dans garba...🚶🏾‍♀️
2025-07-21 16:05:17
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justineetnono
Justine 🇫🇷🇨🇮 :
On dirait en début de mois, lorsque mes prélèvements passent 😫😫😫
2025-07-21 15:30:21
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mg345632
MG 1X ⚔️ 🖤🔂 :
À cause de ça on les rate pas avec attiéké là
2025-07-21 16:54:39
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rossinarutodoss
@rossi :
il a dit " Héé "
2025-07-21 15:45:42
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yea_im1
yes_iam :
bizzard je viens de finir mes pattes aux thon et j'ai rien senti
2025-08-03 01:33:57
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h_a_b_i_i_b_
h_a_b_i_i_b_ :
c'est garba qui est son terminus
2025-08-18 23:43:18
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alex2401050
Alex :
Un thon n’a jamais tuer personne mais y me régale avec de l’avocat et de la mayo
2025-08-18 12:01:54
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677k13
Pascaldiiiii🇲🇬 :
Mais moi ce qui me tue c le etttttt
2025-07-31 08:52:04
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nicolasmayenike54
livaï🏀 :
Il est en mode “je glisseeeeeeeee”
2025-07-21 16:56:56
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thallnapoleon
Thall.Napoléon..🇨🇲🐐 :
J’adore tes vidéos chef❤️
2025-07-21 15:23:34
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shm.nhm
𝖘𝔥𝔞𝔪 ⚡ :
Il dort comment alors ?
2025-07-21 15:15:53
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momohtp672
Ⓜ️htp6️⃣7️⃣2️⃣🇲🇦 :
2025-08-13 09:39:32
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allabouthilaryy
20! :
Dieu a créer des choses🙏
2025-08-13 09:49:05
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lcdeuxx
￴ ￴ ￴ ￴ ￴ :
on se connait pas mais si tu tombe sur mon commentaire longue vie à toi ❤️
2025-07-21 15:17:55
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i.ko_ye
KOYÉ :
Donc c’est que du muscle de poisson enfaite je comprends pourquoi c’est si bon 🫴🏽
2025-07-21 21:26:04
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armandsimpore2
Armand Simpore :
Dans attiéké il est lent hein
2025-07-24 11:56:56
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mchl__1905
The_Steve🌚👑 :
ohr c'est poisson de garba
2025-07-21 17:12:35
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