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ROSIE :

is there a discord for panorama area?? i just wanna group to go with, going to the drops alone is not it 😔

2026-10-26 00:29:56

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spicymessyjessie :

how you do you know they are going to have it? this is what I don't understand

2026-10-25 13:07:51

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𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖓 ᖭ༏ᖫ :

I hate it when they do ghost chairs 😭

2026-10-25 12:35:46

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bianca :

Have you seen Burbank location if they’re dropping too?

2026-10-25 10:59:23

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_danthony2 :

I got 2 & got on shit was hectic

2026-10-25 17:57:56

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salemthecat022 :

Take the empty chairs and sell them 💰

2026-10-25 13:23:53

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susiee :

Is that for today!?

2026-10-25 12:20:04

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Mani 🫶🏾 :

Empty chairs are crazy

2026-10-25 13:37:10

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vj3 :

Anniversary sets never do well anyway 😂

2026-10-25 20:53:02

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susiee :

Oh okay not bad ima try to head there in a bit thank you

2026-10-25 14:59:25

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Esgarsalgado :

Mf are sad 😂

2026-10-25 11:30:22

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