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mounira_balance
M🇧🇫S🧚🏻‍♀️ :
Et puis quand elle te demande si ça te plaît tu dis ouiii😭💔
2026-06-05 22:53:34
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fatoumata.samasse8
Coumba 🤍🥞 :
Si t’as pas vécu tu ne peux pas savoir la douleur 😩
2026-06-05 14:49:07
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peg321
Petite fille004💋☘️ :
Une fois j'avais tellement serré mon cœur que j'ai commencé à pleurer 😭😭😭💔
2026-06-05 15:38:59
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doonastorm
Makima 🙃👻🔥 :
🤣🤣🤣je te jure on reste tranquille on regarde le mirroir fatiguée
2026-06-05 14:19:08
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nisso_33
ℰ’🪭 :
Je me tais et quand elle fini j commence par pleurer 🤣🤣😔
2026-06-05 17:41:11
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tantykeith
𝒦ꨄ :
Baby hair qu’on a fait à ma pose perruque je suis allé pleurer dans les toilettes😭🤣🤣
2026-06-06 02:43:24
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parfaite2.0
✨it’s🎀RiN€🧸💍🌹 :
Même le goumin ne rivalise pas avec cette douleur 💔
2026-06-07 10:49:45
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14_apri
Aries♈️ :
Il faut le vivre pour comprendre 😭
2026-06-06 11:26:23
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fatim.la.fraicheu
26 🎉février 🥹🎉 :
Moi je parle dh jusqu’à elle disent tu es compliqué dh je dit oui je souffre pour avoir mon argent je peux fais quelque chose qui me plait pas
2026-06-06 12:17:15
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florelindatape
L i n d a….🪭🎀🇨🇮 :
Je pensais que j’étais la seule heee seigneur même quand on m’envoie au marché c’est pareil 😭
2026-06-09 00:28:15
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florezinhouin06
_La flore_🌿 :
Avant j’étais comme ça aussi mais maintenant je ne laisse plus passer
2026-06-06 08:51:35
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herminechay31
𝐇𝓂ℯ_𝐜𝒽𝒶𝓎ℯ́🌸🥢 :
Moi dès que j’arrive à la maison je défait 💔
2026-06-06 22:30:16
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l___i.z.a
𝐵𝐸𝐿𝐼𝑁𝐷𝐴🪭 :
Après elle dit que c’est jolie je sourie 😭
2026-06-06 18:08:46
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audedarlenespam_14
audedarlènespam 💋 :
C’était avant. Ma tête, ma douleur, mon argent ? Ah lof détache.
2026-06-08 19:11:42
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dinass134
Nassé 🇨🇮🇺🇸 :
De ouff 😭 j’ai tellement d’histoire à raconter 😂 asseyez-vous
2026-06-05 22:18:02
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titineshop70909180
Titineshop70909180 :
Hum des fois j’ai des larmes aux yeux mais je me retiens 💔😂
2026-06-05 16:49:03
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khadijaah7793
Sokhna Khadija 🧶🌺 :
Moi j’ai fais exprès d’être malade j’ai fuis mm 😒😩
2026-06-06 09:09:41
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kafilathbakarigmail.com
kafi🥹❤️‍🩹 :
j'appelle ma mère 😂 pour la.petite histoire je voulais des tresse s mais quand la coiffeuse à commencé c'était la catastrophe 😂 Jai appelé. ma mère en yoruba et je lui ai dit '' maman cheveux la ne me plait je veux rentré 😂 elle me dit met sur haut parleur 😂 et j'entends :kèfi rentre stp jai des clients qui veulent acheter alors que je suis au marché 😂 Jai dit anh la mère je suis chez la coiffeuse elle dit rentre pardon après tu va faire '' nette jai regarde la coiffeuse je lui ai dit tata svp je vais revenir 😂quand je suis partie c'est ma soeur qui est allé récupéré les.meches moi 😂
2026-06-08 09:49:10
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_theyluv_chlo3
Yaèla_chloe🪭 :
Ça ne me plaît pas elle détache point la dernière fois elle a recommencé 3fois parce qu’elle ne voulait pas m’écouter
2026-06-07 08:29:01
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samiraa_kelly
samiraa_kelly :
Moi dès que je rentre je défais 😭
2026-06-05 18:56:12
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