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A World Cup to Remember for Reasons that Go far Beyond Football

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[cmsmasters_dropcap shortcode_id=”mp7b5mskm8″ type=”type1″]E[/cmsmasters_dropcap]ven the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar.Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth.

The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way.

On her way she met a copy. The copy warned the Little Blind Text, that where it came from it would have been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was left from its origin would be the word “and” and the Little Blind Text should turn around and return to its own, safe country. But nothing the copy said could convince her and so it didn’t take long until a few insidious Copy Writers ambushed her, made her drunk with Longe and Parole and dragged her into their agency, where they abused her for their.

The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way.

When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way.

On her way she met a copy. The copy warned the Little Blind Text, that where it came from it would have been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was left from its origin would be the word “and” and the Little Blind Text should turn around and return to its own, safe country. But nothing the copy said could convince her and so it didn’t take long until a few insidious Copy Writers ambushed her, made her drunk with Longe and Parole and dragged her into their agency, where they abused her for their.

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On her way she met a copy. The copy warned the Little Blind Text, that where it came from it would have been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was left from its origin would be the word “and” and the Little Blind Text should turn around and return to its own, safe country. But nothing the copy said could convince her and so it didn’t take long until a few insidious Copy Writers ambushed her, made her drunk with Longe and Parole and dragged her into their agency, where they abused her for their.

The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way.

On her way she met a copy. The copy warned the Little Blind Text, that where it came from it would have been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was left from its origin would be the word “and” and the Little Blind Text should turn around and return to its own, safe country. But nothing the copy said could convince her and so it didn’t take long until a few insidious Copy Writers ambushed her, made her drunk with Longe and Parole and dragged her into their agency, where they abused her for their.

The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way.

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Empresário é morto à tiros na entrada de sua propriedade na zona rural de Cacoal

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O empresário Gilmar Garcia foi morto na manhã de quinta-feira (28), em Cacoal (RO). Segundo a polícia, as primeiras informações apontam que ele foi morto com três tiros. A Polícia Militar foi acionada ao local do crime.

O crime aconteceu na linha 11, próximo da entrada de sua propriedade, localizada a 5 km da rodovia do café. Gilmar era dono de uma agroindústria de alimentos (Alimentos dahora).

A polícia iniciou as primeiras investigações e durante a tarde foi até a casa de um homem apontado como o principal suspeito do crime, mas ele não foi localizado.

Na residência foram encontradas: uma espingarda, uma garrucha e uma arma de pressão, além de munições e binóculos.

A prefeitura de Cacoal e várias outras pessoas e instituições emitiram nota de pesar, lamentando a grande perda para o município de Cacoal.

Fonte: G1

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Dupla chega ‘na voadora’ após flagrar valentão espancando a própria esposa; veja vídeo

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Brasil – Um homem que supostamente estaria agredindo a companheira no meio de uma rua, em Quixadá (CE), foi espancado com socos e pontapés por uma dupla que passava pelo local, na quarta-feira (27). As informações são do jornal O Povo.

Imagens divulgadas nas redes sociais mostram o homem e a mulher caídos no meio da via. Na sequência, um carro para ao lado deles e duas pessoas descem e avançam sobre o homem. Enquanto é segurado e agredido pela dupla, a mulher se aproxima e também desfere socos no companheiro.

Em entrevista ao portal Diário de Quixadá, a mulher negou que estivesse sendo agredida pelo companheiro. De acordo com ela, o companheiro estava tentando levantá-la do chão, mas também acabou caindo, criando a impressão de que estaria ocorrendo violência. Entretanto, a própria mulher aparece nas imagens aproveitando pra agredir o marido, o que levanta a suspeita de ela ter mentido em depoimento.

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Caso Miss Manicoré: Rafael Fernandez é condenado a 14 anos de prisão por matar Kimberly Oliveira

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Manaus – O julgamento de Rafael Fernandez Rodrigues, acusado de matar a facadas a Miss Manicoré, Kimberly Karen Mota de Oliveira, de 22 anos, foi retomado nesta quinta-feira (28). O crime aconteceu em maio de 2020. Ele era namorado da vítima.

Ao término do julgamento, Rafael foi condenado a 14 anos de prisão. A pena foi considerada baixa pela barbaridade cometida, levando em conta que a pena mínima para o crime de homicídio triplamente qualificado é de 12 anos.

Inicialmente, a sentença era de 21 anos, mas a defesa alegou semi-imputabilidade, isto é, que o assassino agiu por violenta emoção, o que acabou diminuindo um terço da pena.

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Em maio de 2020,  Rafael viu mensagens no telefone de Kimberly, ficou aborrecido e foi na cozinha, buscou uma faca, deitou ao lado dela na cama com o objeto escondido e, na distração, dela, deu a primeira facada. Após desferir os golpes, ele tentou carregar a vítima para retirar o corpo do apartamento e escondê-lo. Ele chegou a lavar o corpo da jovem, mas após perceber que não conseguiria retirar a vítima do local, trocou de roupa e fugiu.

Rafael também confessa que ligou para o próprio pai, que o aconselhou a se entregar para a polícia. Entretanto, ele decidiu fugir para a Venezuela e acabou sendo preso em Pacaraima.

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