@hatojoestar: Un tema que me alegra mucho de esté hablando: “Entrevistadores en eventos de anime” espero esta conversación haga que los eventos empiecen a movilizarse con los reglamentos para seguir evitando malos ratos a TODOS como comunidad… Pd: NO ESTOY DEFIENDIENDO A HECTOR IRETA SOLO EXPONGO EL CASO DE LA BOLA DE NIEVE DE UNA SOLA ENTREVISTA, él actuó mal y siguió actuando mal cuando lo único que debió hacer es pedir una disculpa #cosplay #entrevistas #anime #cosplayers

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goyo.orttega
Goyo Orttega :
Thefactotum24 mi ídolo es el mejor es raro pero bueno
2026-10-01 20:14:39
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sailortifa
SailorTifa :
A mi me quiso entrevistar y le dije que no
2026-10-01 18:30:55
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arp070989
Arp070989 :
"nuestros eventos" 😂
2026-10-02 05:12:00
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joseepharper1
joseepharper1 :
nunca he visto a hato muy molesta, te quiero saludame porfaaa
2026-10-01 18:17:37
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slenderman602
slenderman602 :
una ves me fui de cosplay de Kakuzu de Naruto y una mujer me vino a entrevistar sobre mi cosplay tipo pregunta y yo bien emocionado, luego ví su video en fayy decía peores cosplay y ahí aparecía yo
2026-10-01 21:45:56
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slayingstraw3
slayingstraw3 :
Lo mejor que la comunidad puede hacer es ignorarlos. Darles la atención es lo que buscan y quieren. Donde más les dolería es que nadie les de bola y se queden sin material del cual seguir lucrando.
2026-10-01 19:49:23
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miguelboorm
Miguel bppgs :
tan fácil que es decir "disculpa, puedo hacerte una entrevista?"
2026-10-01 18:29:10
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deku_gio
Sonic :
Llegué temprano feliz spooky month!!
2026-10-01 18:03:07
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madokashinkei_66
🪷💖 Madoka Shinkei 💖🪷 :
me pasoo y peor es que el morro cortó lo mas importante que dije y lo reemplazó con una pregunta incomoda donde claramente me incomodé , le valió y corto lo mas importante que dije y puso solo mi respuesta a esa pregunta 😭 dios lo odie, desde entonces ya no doy entrevistas a nadie
2026-10-01 18:39:22
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willy_r_d
Willy R Diaz :
hato todo el video
2026-10-01 22:38:48
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lucio_fortnitw
Lucio Fortnite :
Puros factos
2026-10-01 18:05:00
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minhopricefield
Minho 🏳️‍🌈 :
cabe decir que la persona que subió el vídeo esta semana subió otro del mismo estilo
2026-10-01 18:28:10
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elsucio_danxd
Dan :
y lo peor es que seguramente si les dices que no quieres que te graben eres un "mamón"
2026-10-01 22:34:38
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pixelvib3s_
Pixel Vibes :
Y lo peor es que todavía sube la parte dos 😾
2026-10-01 19:29:11
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awaken__yt
Walter👾 :
todos unidos jamás seremos vencidos
2026-10-01 18:15:19
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ghostdrawings1
Ghost Drawings :
Justo, la chica que se negó se llama Kirbypanzon, es súper amable y bien linda, solo por qué se negó quedó como la mala y le criticaron el body de una manera muy forzada en los comentarios
2026-10-02 00:24:57
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anixd17171717
SoyAnni💘 :
dia 5 hasta que hato haga el mambo troleo
2026-10-01 18:09:22
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joel19990cqmqra
joel19990cqmqra :
no sé quién es paloma pero ten una rosa ❤️
2026-10-01 18:02:45
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charlie_819s
Charlie_819s :
que buen video y quien se quiera ofender adelante, aquí no se vino a defender a nadie solo se vino a decir que si quieren hacer entrevistas que no sean incómodas. Y si quieren seguir incomodando pues ya nadie accederá a ser entrevistado.
2026-10-02 00:21:53
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nijikangas
Nijikangas :
nmms hato
2026-10-01 20:40:18
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chomp104
chomp104 :
ella quería conmigo, pero naaa!
2026-10-01 19:02:44
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rodeusgreyrat69
Rodeus Greyrat :
estoy totalmente de acuerdo con Hato
2026-10-01 18:27:55
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solyne626
solyne :
Siento que ese tipo de entrevistas se popularizaron por creadores como Jiots
2026-10-01 18:22:17
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haru21034
Haru :
naaaaah lo del actor de nagi el mismo se lo busco
2026-10-01 21:45:43
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lexita_crrnz
𝐿𝑒𝓍𝒾 (Lilihooke's version) :
A mí me quisieron entrevistar;(
2026-10-01 18:57:12
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