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Thursday 15 October 2026 16:44:10 GMT
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stevsg26
Stevens Gonzalez :
Llevando las frias (?)
2026-10-15 20:17:50
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layon1038
Layon (julian vargas) :
Cuando mueres pero ya había quedado de llevar pal trago
2026-10-15 22:20:19
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alexnb2128
AlexNB :
de una vez para celebrar 🍻
2026-10-15 22:14:23
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picklesita1004
Angélica :
El frío llevando las frías jajajajaja
2026-10-15 23:47:17
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distribucionesjh
Distribuciones JH🌻🦁 :
Por sino sobrevive a la farra...😂😂😂 hombre prevenido vale x2
2026-10-15 23:53:17
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compraventa.monun
Compraventa monumental Del sur :
En boyaca hace 20 años no sé si todavía en algunos lugares era normal después del sepelio cerveza y comida para el de mi abuelo fue así
2026-10-16 00:19:13
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miangelgonzalon
Miguel Angel :
ay que ??? la última vuelta !!!
2026-10-15 22:58:34
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danielcamargo04
Daniel Camargo :
llaman y dicen que vamos por unas frias o que [Lágrimas de alegría]
2026-10-15 22:16:06
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errindumetalicam
indumetalicas E.R.R :
ataud
2026-10-15 18:44:19
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caterineolarteg
Diana C. Olarte :
déjalo descargar
2026-10-15 22:09:11
2
joyitassobreruedas.com
joyitas sobre ruedas 🚕 :
IA?
2026-10-15 22:34:41
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fayaleon
fabian-08 :
Bogotá es un sueño con fiebre
2026-10-16 00:35:18
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juanpablogarzon305
Garzón Juan Pablo Párraga :
ese lleva el seguro de vida actualizado 🤣🤣🤣
2026-10-16 00:10:36
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andressanchezhe12
andressanchezhe12 :
el verdadero esta vez si me van a matar... 😅
2026-10-16 00:12:35
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wono418
👑𝓡𝓞𝓛𝓞 _𝓦𝓤Ñ𝓞𝓩❤️‍🔥 :
pa la sed pal hambre y por si se muere de la risa 🤣
2026-10-16 00:29:56
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julianshoo
Julianka :
tráete unas frías 😅👌bien muertas ...pa este calorón 🔥
2026-10-16 00:14:15
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alexisreinoso63
alexisreinoso63 :
Fijo fue la suegra
2026-10-16 00:07:40
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inary0514
bomba :
2026-10-15 23:55:07
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pe7cav.a66__
pe5-Pe-12 :
para la última lágrima
2026-10-15 23:59:59
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maggdc0
maggdc0 :
me hizo recordar cuando él coche fúnebre llevaba mi papi lo estábamos esperando en el pueblo y mientras q llegara compramos mercado para familiares y las personas que nos acompañaron llegó el señor del carro nos dijo pasa todo el mercado para acá y lo coloco encima del ataúd de mi papi y al, lado eso fue la última vez q mi papi llegó mercado😔😔😔
2026-10-16 00:03:19
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victorcontrerasga
Victor Contreras Garcia :
2026-10-16 00:03:27
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miguelangelmurcia7
miguelzoe369 :
mezcla peligrosa
2026-10-15 22:20:03
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miguel.b.zamudio
Miguel Zamudio :
Jajajaja
2026-10-15 22:20:05
1
alcatraz0243
jg :
El muerto al hoyo y el vivo al baile
2026-10-15 19:01:52
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nicolas.castro942
Nicolas Castro :
😂😂 Llevaba todo el paquete funerario
2026-10-15 20:58:22
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