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İLQAR_030 :

bu videoda məntiq var yəni yekəliynən deyil insan dəmir parcasının qarşısında acizdi.

2026-08-21 05:58:32

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2026-08-24 18:39:05

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yəni ki piyvə hər şeydən ustundu

2026-08-23 13:00:46

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Huseynov :

Hemişə günah ölənde olur.

2026-08-24 11:56:25

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BİTMİŞ HEKAYƏ🥹 :

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2026-08-20 12:52:18

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heyatda o qeder bele merdimazar var yaxsi eledin

2026-08-23 15:25:52

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həmişə belə olub hörmətsizlik edənə qarşı gərək özünə hörmət edəsən ☝️😎

2026-08-21 05:12:20

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2026-08-24 13:59:47

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Belədə olmalı idi

2026-08-20 20:37:08

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Kənan Seferzade :

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2026-08-20 09:16:22

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2026-08-21 06:34:13

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Təmizlik imannan gəlir..

2026-08-22 09:50:44

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2026-08-21 07:51:35

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2026-08-22 09:02:02

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2026-08-21 14:21:05

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2026-08-21 17:03:18

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2026-08-21 06:39:17

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2026-08-20 21:41:00

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2026-08-21 07:11:18

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