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manycan :

Wa 3lach l badge a 3ibad Allah!!!!!

2026-11-08 01:00:35

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kikawi :

نعطيك البطاطا وأعطيني الطيارة 😂😂😂

2026-11-07 21:36:33

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2026-11-07 19:33:57

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Laarbi Anber :

كل مرة ازمات مستمرة في كل مرة مادة غذائية تختفي

2026-11-08 19:40:55

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Hossin Kherbache :

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Basma Basma183 :

ميتنشرش باغي تخبي😂😂😂

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2026-11-07 23:25:27

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L’Algérie va très mal

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2026-11-08 00:01:12

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❤️ اجديك نتفنوت ❤️ :

راهية صحيحة 100_100

2026-11-08 13:06:26

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🥰🥰🥰🥰هذا فيلم من افلام العصابات 🤣🤣 و لو كانت البطاطة ///*(انسولين او شيميك للسران ))

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2026-11-07 23:03:45

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عبدالقادر :

مكانش منها ياخو

2026-11-07 23:05:25

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Hossin Kherbache :

يا ودي الماء ما كانش بطاطا ما كانش الزيت ما كانش لوبيا ما كانش العدس ما كانش خدمه ما كانش

2026-11-08 11:28:38

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لا يسموها بداية المجاعة 😂😂😂

2026-11-07 18:31:56

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