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ROBLOX VNG :

nước mưa biển ? sao ko lấy ?

2026-08-24 12:42:02

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Hoàng Hải :

chuyện là e sắp bị thu đth lại r , e bật thông báo to hết cỡ, còn lại là phần của anh , chị , bạn nhé . Cảm ơn các người hùng.

2026-08-24 15:00:12

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15/11 :

tự nhiên t thấy t có lỗi v😭

2026-08-24 14:27:52

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🔮🧚Úm ba la xì bùa 🧚‍♀️🔮 :

kệ ngta chứ t đag uống🥰

2026-08-24 14:33:13

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PPP :

Liên quan j đến t

2026-08-24 13:33:54

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chuoinuongsuadac :

Thế mới thấy tầm quan trọng của việc bảo vệ môi trường á:)

2026-08-24 15:54:19

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ko có j :

chắc do chúng ta?🫩

2026-08-24 14:45:36

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PGP :

Đời bố bố quản

2026-08-25 01:26:59

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°BANKAI°*🇻🇳 :

việt Nam uống nước mưa

2026-08-25 02:04:52

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iruma-kun~ :

liên quan gì đến t?

2026-08-25 01:08:32

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Tuấn(one punch man) :

hên là tôi sinh sống ở Việt Nam

2026-08-25 04:39:22

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🍒Ⲥ𝗁αυ_ᴬɴн ≧▽≦🍎 :

t sống dog quá , đi học thêm bới 1 bình mà ko uống giọt nào rồi ngày mai đem đi đổ 💔😭😭

2026-08-24 15:28:02

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thảo ngọc :

mấy thằng đại gia 😔😔😔

2026-08-24 13:14:31

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con chuột chuyên khoa trị ng.u :

thắc mắc nước đã đi đâu r

2026-08-25 03:57:53

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noah. :

cảm thấy may mắn khi sinh ra ở Việt Nam

2026-08-25 00:40:40

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Hệ Thống :

Mưa bữa giờ là cái gì

2026-08-24 13:56:41

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🥀 :

đâu có j mà mãi mãi

2026-08-25 01:31:21

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CORTIS :

:Chúng m ơi, dù t kh biết chắc chắn Cortis có về đợt trao giải ở HN không, nhưng nếu là thật thì NHỚ ĐÓN SÂN BAY ĐOÀNG HOÀNG, KHÔNG CHEN LẪN NHÉ, để chno thấy 1 cộng đồng fan Việt Nam văn minh nha, làm ơn lan truyền giúp nhé 😭😭🥺🥺

2026-08-25 03:54:44

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