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Mouhamed Ndaw :

Ki Nako diomye protéger Rak

2026-09-20 13:37:51

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niang baló :

wallah liga wakh deggele pirle

2026-09-20 08:57:13

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sidya Drame :

Vraiment

2026-09-19 14:01:56

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papadiop1316 :

bilakhi deugeuleu

2026-09-19 16:45:44

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fans Real Madrid :

mariage Moy prison bo khamni ci dougoul dano yakm té dougou alors nie ci bir dano yakm té guénn

2026-09-20 20:47:16

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Babel couture🇸🇳🇸🇳 :

bilahi wakhal dh

2026-09-21 17:53:37

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Bayoupamodou🫶 :

bilay dome wakho wakhou Khale 🥰🥰

2026-09-23 12:03:36

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Balla Ngom :

bilahi

2026-09-19 15:30:50

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bilaye yaw

2026-09-19 13:03:12

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Baye Makhoudia :

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2026-09-20 17:18:33

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Diap Diouf :

yallana sa diamou yak

2026-09-22 13:43:59

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mame thierno diaw :

bilay lou lér

2026-09-20 12:21:56

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le vendeur du béton et sable :

bien dit sisté

2026-09-20 11:27:57

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baye sidi ndoye officiel :

dolén fi giss

2026-09-20 01:26:09

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walahi. rak.merci

2026-09-20 11:40:41

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seck :

vérité absolument

2026-09-20 00:32:26

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beugeu jammou 100 :

billahi sono nane😭😭😭😭😭

2026-09-21 22:05:50

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madiagnebadiane :

vérité absolue

2026-09-19 18:13:36

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ibrandiaye180 :

Billaye ya am ham ham

2026-09-20 10:50:59

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user3771084715374 :

wakh nga lou lerr..nala yallah faay yiww.. bi…la.. hi

2026-09-19 20:49:12

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Djiby Diallo967 :

bilahi wakhale

2026-09-19 21:51:27

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Serigne mbacke pouye :

billakhi wakhal dé

2026-09-20 00:16:45

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Modou Niang :

bine ci man

2026-09-19 19:55:42

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2026-09-20 10:48:09

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