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musikpusiks
Nuts :
Прелесть
2026-07-25 14:57:08
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xeniayeseniya
Как живут люди :
Супер) каждую годовщину свадьбы мы заказываем торт с крысами, уже не знаем, как изголяться. свой прикол есть в семье «ты крыса? Да, я крыса.»
2026-07-26 12:14:22
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user280378136998
Анастасия :
жалко кушать такой красивый 🥰
2026-07-26 06:37:24
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rinnkkiir
rinnkkiir :
это определенно лучший торт который я видела!!❤️
2026-07-25 09:24:57
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lol_19_563
@lol_19_563_ :
на оценку только что сделала все мои инструменты пакет и ложка 😂
2026-07-30 23:28:55
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bogatamirom
v :
Какая вы творческая женщина красавица 😍
2026-07-27 12:29:41
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yuogftyjbi
yuogftyjbi :
Клааассс🥰🤣🤣
2026-07-26 11:11:36
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userv2pp1pfa96
Людмила :
Суперово 😂👍
2026-07-25 17:55:32
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lika_food
Ruslenochka :
Какая красота!
2026-07-26 10:46:02
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sabiaka_
____ :
ути боже, прикольно🙏
2026-07-25 11:30:46
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odarka137
odarka137 :
а чем вы пропитывали тортик?
2026-07-27 12:33:16
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niko_art_
Никки :
Мне кажется это немного плагиат
2026-07-27 13:58:45
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o.gaman
design.mnsk :
а сколько стоит такой заказать?🔥
2026-07-26 14:02:13
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lerawolf
LeraWolf_workshop :
она так прекрасна, я хочу заказать её
2026-07-27 15:29:19
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_rina5_4
💫Arina💫 :
как песня называется?
2026-07-26 09:50:18
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hom.homyh
Hom Homyh@ :
О, а у меня есть топик из такой же коллекции что ваши шорты
2026-07-26 12:47:10
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maksimovvvich20
dashix🥐 :
🥰🥰🥰
2026-07-25 07:45:27
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v714500
V :
@love for ages☆
2026-07-27 13:26:40
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ahkarinaa
АХКАРИНА :
😍😍😍
2026-07-25 20:23:28
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zhitnavole
✨️Маша✨️ :
😳😳😳
2026-07-27 06:56:40
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ponchikkris
PONCHIK_Kris@ :
❤️
2026-07-26 10:34:09
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__persssikk_
Nataliia :
😁😁😁
2026-07-26 09:01:47
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bogatamirom
v :
🥰🥰
2026-07-27 12:29:26
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polin_bimbi_
Polin_Bimbi :
😂😂😂
2026-08-06 12:57:26
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Omo Pastor (Pastors child). 2026 You see growing up in a Nigerian household is one thing but to grow as a pastors child is one heck of a bondage I must confess. Today I remember my friend Mathew, such a beautiful boy, he taught me how to haunt, how to care for my chickens. He was the first person to give me a memory card, a 64gb in 2012 is like a ram this day. But this story isn’t about how sweet Mathew was or how he got lost, it’s about the fatigue of being a pastors’ child. You see Mathew grew up being a Reverend’s child, always attending church at least thrice a week, cleaning and sweeping the church all for blessings. When we were 16 and going to our various universities, Mathew had stop coming to church, they would always see him passing through corners lying he was coming but never came. I totally understood, if I had the chance I wouldn’t be in the car with my parents. Two years later, Mathew was smoking weed, which was kinda of normal, as we all picked up a vice along the way but the thing was he had started a journey of being a Nigerian Prince on the very popular app called Facebook, when I saw Mathew he was far gone. The next time I heard about him, my friend said Mathew had gone A-wire, dude had finally landed in the big leagues and was declaring his sovereignty over at Quilox. I remember that in that same space while I was home back from school, they said Mathew is dead, oh my Mathew is dead, Mato don die. Ooooo the church he loved so much let him down and they had the gust to whisper he would go to hell. News said he was poisoned, some said the Jazz had expired, some said his time had come. The landlord had come to remind the tenant that his rent doesn’t qualify him as the sovereign owner of the property. They said he was in so much pain at the time of death, oh my they said his friends watched me spiral and laughed, he went mad and jumped into a well, he drowned in there. Oh Mathew, his father saw his body and fainted. It was now the church knew it needed to look out for all its flocks but it was too late, even for me it’s too late to go back to church. #isah #isahworld #isahvrexperience

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