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Проблемы с доступом к казино

Submitted by Fordion » Sat 19-Oct-2024, 20:03

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Играю на одном и том же казино уже больше года, но в последнее время часто сталкиваюсь с блокировками. Раньше всё работало стабильно, а теперь приходится искать рабочие зеркала. Вроде как казино надёжное, и с выплатами всё ок, но вот постоянные проблемы с доступом уже надоели. Где вообще находить эти зеркала? И как убедиться, что сайт, на который ты заходишь, — это действительно зеркало казино, а не фишинговый сайт? Кто пользуется зеркалами, подскажите, где искать проверенные варианты?

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