@arkannebleiz: Une petite pépite. Je recommande sans la carotte si vous aimez les textures lisses. #healthy #healthycooking #cook #cooking #recipes

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Petrichor :

oui mais on veut voir ta tête quand tu bois dans ce bol avec le visage vers nous 😁

2026-10-20 15:41:40

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jsp et jpp ♦️♣️ :

la recette est simple est en plus c bon benger moi qui fait jamais de bolwcake franchement 10/10

2026-10-20 12:14:02

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rengoku(rengoky) :

hola

2026-10-20 12:13:26

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🔰🔻Narukito👾🔺🔰 :

Magnifique et simple à faire

2026-10-20 12:20:20

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laidy diabolique 😈😈😈 :

[Cœur rouge][Cœur rouge][Cœur rouge][Réconfortant][Réconfortant]

2026-10-20 20:33:11

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