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vc :

Dois faróis

2026-06-26 20:52:34

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leonardo meneses253 :

fala sério, combinado

2026-06-27 00:57:38

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luiz sanches :

farol tá alto

2026-06-12 17:24:44

3

cesarlima :

pena que é combinado

2026-06-12 18:46:38

3

bentão :

Será que é combinado??

2026-06-11 21:55:41

3

Airton :

não foi nada legal

2026-06-26 14:18:21

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Marcio Nascimento :

combinadinhos do tik Tok 😏

2026-06-26 13:22:54

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Adilson Moura :

esses dois farol e de mas coisa linda só ta tremendo

2026-06-23 23:31:42

2

RIVALDO DANTAS66 :

que gata maravilhosa hein

2026-06-20 21:31:56

2

Mil grau 爱 :

muito IA

2026-06-26 18:15:28

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lindomar :

quis farol

2026-06-19 17:46:48

2

Jose Roberto Ernesto :

Esses são conhecidos do tik Tok 😂😂

2026-06-26 16:09:31

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Odair Jose :

ela também é influenciadora eu conheço os vídeos dela

2026-06-24 14:26:47

2

Leandro Valentim Per :

essa aí vem no Ifood, certeza 😂

2026-06-26 13:43:22

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JeffersonLotti :

que farol

2026-06-19 01:28:11

2

Thiago Santos🤫😠🤑 :

gente boa tarde tudo

2026-06-11 15:26:26

1

gilmarsouza :

nada combinado

2026-06-10 18:51:10

1

Diego Nascimento :

acertou em cheio

2026-06-25 15:25:05

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fernandosky8 :

já vir outro vídeo deles juntos então é combinado sim

2026-06-25 21:13:50

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paulo_ferreira772 :

os biquinho tão lindo

2026-06-27 13:54:19

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Rafael Ayres :

xx

2026-06-26 13:07:55

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Ricardo & Rose sistema bruto :

sempre combinado

2026-06-26 12:17:22

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Rogerio Linhares :

Combinado assim não fica legal .

2026-06-26 10:33:06

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Marcelo :

eita lasqueira, quer de novo!!

2026-06-10 20:53:16

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