Akdemir market

It is a place where you can find almost everything you are looking for food.

Leader of quality in local market chain

Nice supermarket of bysahirin with a branch in Seydişehir district

Very expensive and also opportunistic. As all the markets close, they multiply the chain one by one. The back rice needs to be investigated.

A market where you can find what you are looking for. They have nice campaigns in between.

COMMERCIAL PLACES OPERATED BY THE GREAT MANAGEMENT SULÜMAN MAKES VATSNTAŞ'S WORK EASY YOOOOOR.

It will be better for customers if they sell more cheaply

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