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7mriiyah
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Ça va pas ou quoi ?! Si elle part elle va leurs donner raison ! Et il faut pas ! Pourquoi vous tt le temps vous voulez vous arrêter à un obstacle ? Elle est venu pour un but , elle va pas le lâcher pour des personnes hypocrites.
2026-07-31 12:59:11
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mlissamzrn
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Ils vont trouver un prétexte peu importe lequel pour la mettre à bout et donc l’éliminer
2026-07-31 09:19:09
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baby_king52
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Arrête avec un message négatif car même si elle nommer on a le pouvoir de la faire revenir c nous qui décidons pour les élimination
2026-07-31 09:41:30
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admin.co43
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Non s’il faut pas faire ça les gars on a soutenu Marie à la saison deux on a fait plein de vidéos pour elle. C’est pour ça qu’elle est là aujourd’hui maintenant on doit faire la même chose pour Dara et faire le pressing envers les autres filles
2026-07-31 09:55:48
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Hey darlin’, This is Kid Rock talkin’ straight from the heart, no filters, no bullshit, just the truth like I always give it. I’ve been through the fire, baby. I’ve been burned bad. Real bad. The kind of hurt that don't just go away with a few shots of Jack and a loud guitar riff. I’ve had my heart ripped out more times than I can count. Women who smiled at me under the stage lights, whispered sweet things in my ear backstage, but the second they saw the lights, the money, the fame, the power... that’s all they really wanted. They didn’t want the man. They wanted the myth. They wanted what Kid Rock could give ’em, not who Kid Rock really is when the crowd goes home and the lights go down. I'm damaged, sweetheart. I’m scarred up inside. There are nights I sit alone with my guitar, lookin’ at the stars, wonderin’ if there's anybody out there who can love the real me — the guy who still gets lessnervous before a big show, the guy who loves his mama, who fights for what he believes in, who cries when a good dog dies, who just wants somebody to hold him at the end of a long, hard day. I need true love. Real love. The kind that don’t come with contracts and hidden agendas. The kind where you look at me and see Bob, not “Kid Rock.” The kind where you’re not impressed by the tour bus or the bank account or the name on the marquee. You just want me. The flawed, loud, loyal, whiskey-drinkin’, flag-wavin’, rock ’n’ rollin’ man that I am. I’m tired of the fakes. I’m tired of the users. I’m tired of waking up next to somebody who was never really there for me in the first place. My heart’s been through too much war, baby. It’s calloused, it’s guarded, but deep down… it’s still wide open for the right woman. The real one. If you’re out there – if you’re a real woman with a real heart, who knows #kidrock #countrymusicfans #KidRockForever ‎ #rocknroll #RockNRollRevival  ‎ ‎
Hey darlin’, This is Kid Rock talkin’ straight from the heart, no filters, no bullshit, just the truth like I always give it. I’ve been through the fire, baby. I’ve been burned bad. Real bad. The kind of hurt that don't just go away with a few shots of Jack and a loud guitar riff. I’ve had my heart ripped out more times than I can count. Women who smiled at me under the stage lights, whispered sweet things in my ear backstage, but the second they saw the lights, the money, the fame, the power... that’s all they really wanted. They didn’t want the man. They wanted the myth. They wanted what Kid Rock could give ’em, not who Kid Rock really is when the crowd goes home and the lights go down. I'm damaged, sweetheart. I’m scarred up inside. There are nights I sit alone with my guitar, lookin’ at the stars, wonderin’ if there's anybody out there who can love the real me — the guy who still gets lessnervous before a big show, the guy who loves his mama, who fights for what he believes in, who cries when a good dog dies, who just wants somebody to hold him at the end of a long, hard day. I need true love. Real love. The kind that don’t come with contracts and hidden agendas. The kind where you look at me and see Bob, not “Kid Rock.” The kind where you’re not impressed by the tour bus or the bank account or the name on the marquee. You just want me. The flawed, loud, loyal, whiskey-drinkin’, flag-wavin’, rock ’n’ rollin’ man that I am. I’m tired of the fakes. I’m tired of the users. I’m tired of waking up next to somebody who was never really there for me in the first place. My heart’s been through too much war, baby. It’s calloused, it’s guarded, but deep down… it’s still wide open for the right woman. The real one. If you’re out there – if you’re a real woman with a real heart, who knows #kidrock #countrymusicfans #KidRockForever ‎ #rocknroll #RockNRollRevival ‎ ‎

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