@995_mav: mon double #fyp

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leane_dv
L É A N E ☕️ :
L’époque où j’avais mon duo
2026-09-04 11:29:24
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leane.aja
𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓃𝑒 𓆉︎ :
Mon duo me manque..
2026-09-04 17:26:50
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e.lvs_
𝑠’ :
c’est quoi ton appareil photo s’il te plaît ?😍
2026-09-02 15:56:52
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milky222s
milky222s :
fut un temps 🥲🥲🥲
2026-09-03 12:37:19
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marika_vna
𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐦 🇷🇺🇬🇪 :
Omg une Mariam comme moi 🌝
2026-09-04 20:47:37
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user075113240
clara🍸🪩✨ :
jsuis choquée de la beauté t’es magnifique
2026-09-05 07:04:30
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g.lyaew
g.lyaew :
T’es trop belle et on s’appelle pareil hihiii
2026-09-05 08:36:43
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anna_cbgn
𝐀 𝐍 𝐍 𝐀 :
Coucou tu n’es pas à la fac de droit à Nice ?
2026-09-05 23:01:30
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rmathil2
mathilde :
notre plus gros manque🤧
2026-09-02 15:50:13
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frq.manon
manon’ :
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2026-09-03 21:05:51
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