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weird cat :

مردم گیر دادن گفتن "وا مگه لخت بودنش چه اشکالی داره...مگه آزادی همین نیس"...آقا...چی بگم والا حالا اصلا لخت باشه به من چه. ولی مشکل اینجا تبلیغ کردن چیزی ست که جنسیت زده به بدن زن هاست. دهه هاست که ورزشکاران زن جنگیدن تا برای استعدادشون جدی گرفته بشن، نه برای بدنشون، توی رشته ای که اساساً فقط ورزش مردها تبلیغ می شه. پس با این تبلیغ، اون ها و خودش عملاً همه چیزی رو که ورزشکاران زن براش جنگیدن پاک کردن، و امروزه برای جذب و تبلیغ از بدن زن استفاده می کنن.

2026-09-17 10:31:59

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✧˖° ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ ɢɪʀʟ୨୧🫩 :

از مزدایی که روی سیدنی کراشن متنفرم🥀

2026-09-17 22:14:22

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خانم قور قوری🤓🐸 :

همه چیز از نظر سیدنی

2026-09-17 11:38:04

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𝑀olly :

یک سوال تو ویدیوش لخت بود چرا اینطوری بود؟

2026-09-17 09:05:27

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𝐀𝐬𝐦𝐚🤓 :

از همون اول سیدنی وایب خوبی بهم نمیداد!

2026-09-17 13:24:48

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¿𝓜𝓲𝓭𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 ¿ :

راه حل و بدین ببرم

2026-09-17 09:55:35

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Fatemeh🦁☀️ :

سیدنی سوئینی

2026-09-18 20:49:13

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𝐄𝐦𝐦𝐚 :3 ! :

ریا ریپلی حل کننذه ی مشکلاته واقعا 🙏🏻

2026-09-21 22:19:55

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🤓nazanin :

حس سیدنی بعد دیدن این :

2026-09-17 13:55:43

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rm'girl🦁☀️(بکن اتحادیه نوین) :

بانو ریا کراشمههه

2026-09-17 13:46:13

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Mersana :

بدن خودشه منم می دونم تبلیغاتش چقدر بد بود اما بدن خودشه آزاده

2026-09-17 19:48:11

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Ghazal Shokrolahi :

مامی ایز بگ💜🥰😍😍😘😝

2026-09-23 11:19:08

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Sara :

درود

2026-09-22 16:02:24

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food&iran loverr :

ریا مامی باشهه؟ 😭

2026-09-22 21:40:06

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KiAN_🇦🇺 :

راه حل :

2026-09-18 08:46:35

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AmirAli :

از همون اول حالم از سیدنی بهم میخورد

2026-09-22 07:52:26

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sobj :

راه حل زیادی خوبع

2026-09-17 09:40:37

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Ada wong . :

پسرایی که میگن من طرف سیدنی ام بدونید دومی میتونه با ی مشت جد و آبادت رو بیاره جلو چشمتون🙏🏻

2026-09-18 17:25:37

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🐈 :

ریا مامی🛐🛐

2026-09-17 13:48:52

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☆ミhippe☆ミ :

بانو کراشمههههه😭😭😭😭😭😭

2026-09-17 09:24:58

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-𝐕 ⁱᶜᵗᵒʳⁱᵃ :

ریا عشقههه

2026-09-17 13:22:33

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مِهرٌ بانــّـو :

تو اینترنشنال دیدمش😭😭😭....شیش ساعت داشتم فکر میکردم ،سیدنی چرا تو اخبار ایرانهههه

2026-09-17 17:33:39

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شاد :

من کیک بوکسرم و الگوممم

2026-09-17 16:38:23

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..... :

بنظرتون کورش هنوز فنشه؟

2026-09-17 13:05:23

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Kimia :

بهترین راه حل:

2026-09-17 10:14:33

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