@kimoto_anna: 信濃の国のプリンセスと…🪷♡ @北澤百音 #NGT48 #fyp

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kimoto_anna
木本杏菜 :
お洋服の感じ似てた!かわちい
2026-09-19 13:43:49
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watachan3
わたちゃん :
越後のプリンセスと信濃のプリンセスのコラボありがとぉ〜〜〜😍💕
2026-09-19 17:38:15
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team32177
金髪まーくんteam321💛🩵 :
なんか姉妹感有るな!🥰
2026-09-19 15:19:04
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00celestial_being
ティラミス大福 :
プリンセスプリンセス♫
2026-09-19 14:15:44
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huku070403
ふくとも :
可愛いいいい 2人ともプリンセスだよ👸
2026-09-19 14:58:03
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katusando2022
かつさんど :
2人ともかわいい
2026-09-19 17:13:10
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k_o_kappi_dayoyo
ケーオー :
2人ともプレンセス👑👸💍
2026-09-19 14:01:26
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oniyamarin
莉々(りん) :
2人とも可愛いすぎ🥰🥰
2026-09-19 14:06:15
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waterbird0115
浩介 :
可愛い🥰
2026-09-19 13:56:09
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hinata321_1012
サイサイ :
2人ともプリンセスでめっちゃ可愛すぎ🥰
2026-09-19 14:31:55
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momoka2ka2
ももか :
目線も可愛い🥰
2026-09-19 14:17:33
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user9357927856381
まっちん :
杏菜ちゃんも今日プリンセスでした😊 可愛かったー🥰💘
2026-09-19 15:04:19
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yuyuyako
や〜 :
ドレコの曲やってくれるのうれしすぎー♡♡♡
2026-09-19 16:23:19
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o____o148
𝜗𝜚˚⋆ :
好き〜😭❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️
2026-09-19 14:13:02
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user6223190993537
たかつ :
お二人ともキラッキラです✨️
2026-09-19 14:12:27
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mura_seven_murakaradenai
村7 / No War 🐦️ :
双子みたい👸👸
2026-09-19 14:15:58
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slotterdaikoba
日焼け :
ちょっとレアな組み合わせだねw 可愛い(❁´ω`❁)
2026-09-19 15:01:18
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matsuwassan33rm
マツワサン :
あら杏菜さんともねねさん💘🍎キラキラしていて美しいよー✨
2026-09-19 13:52:00
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ichaocha773
いちゃおちゃ :
かわいい
2026-09-19 20:07:12
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haruto.2617
晴翔 :
お二人ともお洋服凄く素敵です🥰        そしてとてつもなく美しいすぎる💘
2026-09-19 13:55:35
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user7019237884708
歌唄 :
杏菜ちゃんももねねもお洋服似合っているし、めっちゃ可愛いです🫶
2026-09-19 13:55:21
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prachaticetd
Praha@TD :
一瞬シンメに見えた☺️👍
2026-09-19 13:55:12
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yuki49132
yu-ki :
あーあああ大好きな2人😍😍😍最高!
2026-09-19 13:53:25
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micchiii__iiiiii
みっちーーーーーー :
こんなかわいい彼女がほしい
2026-09-19 14:27:38
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