@b1polyarov: Казань — это крупный город в России, столица Республики Татарстан. Город стоит на левом берегу реки Волги, в месте впадения в неё реки Казанки. Население превышает 1,3 миллиона человек. Казань часто называют «третьей столицей» России, так как это важный центр науки, культуры, спорта и экономики. #пантера #танцуйпантера #пантераказань #сашасамосвалова #коттеджказань

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baltika_namaldivax
Машо и медвэд😨 :
Я читая этот текст:
2026-08-21 10:03:30
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mankitt6
mankitt :
номер спалил
2026-08-21 08:19:39
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sw1mee
это я :
я позвонил,мужик ответил
2026-08-21 12:40:42
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shawtyy729939282
Shawtyy🗽 :
2026-08-21 01:45:34
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rizar68
♟️ :
противно это читать
2026-08-21 10:05:07
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defikccc
Дэд Дiма :
Прайм прайм прайм, в прайме все можно (этого стикера не было)
2026-08-21 06:31:42
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rt_ay16
RELEASE THE AYER CUT :
а кто такой вакуров?
2026-08-21 09:24:33
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eks1za
Кир :
кому?
2026-08-21 10:34:12
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teriaki..0
Sydney :
ну она же добрая сама по себе
2026-08-21 10:35:44
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frogich69
frogich :
сколько ей?
2026-08-21 11:30:07
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gragrabb
solomand :
так называемый прайм
2026-08-21 08:17:51
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ljkyoyo
ljkoy :
я больше на улицу не выйду особенно с мальчиками
2026-08-21 12:41:20
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vpotoke1337q
9rakuzan1337q :
коч братан
2026-08-21 01:05:19
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garou1013
GaROUTT ♾️🪐 :
номера в тг нет
2026-08-21 06:48:06
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sasha0604gmail.com
бурмалда :
у неё тг есть?
2026-08-21 09:50:57
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maqwrroon
maqwrroon :
ну ето же прайм💀
2026-08-21 05:43:20
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user5gr6uv9yx1
user65278336121 :
юз дайте
2026-08-21 08:51:45
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maboyyl
Norco :
"видел у @eraoq Казань и воронеж"
2026-08-21 13:50:58
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alin.kazz5
ta‘ali :
так сколько ей лет
2026-08-21 14:59:50
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