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che_chau_phi_phai
chẻ châu :
1 mode mà 7 trăm, đùa t à
2026-07-05 07:31:22
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kh.huy_307
Khhuy :
Hàng ngon nha, đã mua và đang sử dụng
2026-06-18 17:36:33
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__phuclam
ᴾᴴᵁᶜᴸᴬᴹ :
giảm còn 500 thì lời kiểu gì vậy shop
2026-06-18 18:00:40
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burritonight 🐧🏀 :
dây dài bnh v shop
2026-06-18 02:59:51
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igga6767
ThànhZN :
switch mạch ngược thì chê nha
2026-06-30 16:00:54
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nhtnam8327
no hope :
cắt luôn rgb roi..
2026-07-19 12:14:18
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emboanhroi...0
Ngọc Quyết :
hơn 400k cụ thể là 1m
2026-07-09 11:14:13
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anhminh050928
Vương Lâm 🧘 :
Ai pas k
2026-06-27 11:08:13
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hong.vn.duy0865
Hoàng Văn Duy :
mua flex 75 ngon hơn :)
2026-09-20 03:56:29
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soryuuushiki
Không Phải Cao Minh Trí :
Này có ph rapid kh ae
2026-06-18 09:41:11
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trquangphucc
Quang Phúc :
Đợt đấy 600k hãng bảo là giảm sâu max rồi,bh còn hơn 400:)) chắc phải đợi khi nào 300 rồi mua kkkk
2026-06-17 06:32:52
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tuhungvietsub
Từ Hưng vietsub :
tao là nạn nhân của nó
2026-09-20 16:44:03
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nam.th.gan
Nam Thư Giản :
hơn 500k mà ta nói nó xịn xò
2026-06-27 06:48:30
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tken0201
Rất hối hận vì :
ngon bằng Weikav Max102 ko ạ
2026-08-03 14:56:15
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qminhs
Minh beous :
có sound test ko shop
2026-06-17 04:32:57
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nambo2007
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trục là sao ạ
2026-06-16 20:27:35
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banana.xyz.996
Banana🍌 :
sản phẩm tốt 👍
2026-08-05 05:23:00
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hedusa.3
hedusa.3 :
Tắt đèn đc k
2026-09-13 06:25:28
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leevinhkhang206
xautraicogisai? :
có app k ta cần kiếm con nào có app ngon
2026-06-28 17:47:36
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_strongh102
Manh Hung :
Giá thì mua được moẹ 3mode rồi
2026-09-18 12:34:45
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deptraizaidoancuoi7
mì tôm bò khô :
🥰🥰🥰
2026-06-19 09:15:12
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