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𝘎𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘰 é 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯ç𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘗𝘢𝘪 𝘐𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭, 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘻 𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘢 𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘢, 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘥𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘥𝘰; 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘣𝘫𝘦𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘶𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘰, 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘮 𝘱𝘶𝘥𝘰𝘳. 𝘔𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘢: 𝘴𝘦𝘮 o 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘵o 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘵o, 𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵á𝘳𝘪𝘰 — 𝘵𝘶 é𝘴 𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘧ú𝘳𝘪𝘢.
November 7, 2025 at 1:18 PM
𝘖 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘰 é 𝘋𝘦𝘶𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘰, 𝘦 𝘢𝘰 𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘢ç𝘰𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘷𝘢𝘤𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘰 𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘰, 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢-𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰; 𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘩𝘰𝘳 é 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘤𝘪ê𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘰, 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘢 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘨â𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘢 — 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘯𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘪ç𝘢 𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘦, 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰-𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰 í𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘰.
November 7, 2025 at 1:06 PM
𝘈 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘢 é 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘢çã𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢, 𝘱𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘰 é 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘳 𝘶𝘮 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘮 𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘰: 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘰 𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘭, 𝘦𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘦𝘮 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘪çã𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘢, 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘶𝘭𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘮 𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘦.
November 7, 2025 at 1:03 PM
𝘖 𝘗𝘢𝘪 𝘐𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘢, ó 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘰, 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘩𝘰 𝘱𝘳ó𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘰 𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘢; 𝘢𝘲𝘶𝘪 é 𝘵𝘦𝘶 𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘰, 𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘪 𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘩𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘤𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱á𝘷𝘦𝘭. 𝘖 ú𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘰 é 𝘯ã𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘻𝘢𝘳, 𝘯ã𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘻 — 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘮 𝘰 𝘗𝘢𝘪 𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘯𝘢, 𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘤𝘪á𝘷𝘦𝘭.
November 7, 2025 at 3:35 AM
𝘈𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘥𝘦 𝘶𝘮𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘻 𝘱𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘴, ó 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘰: 𝘢𝘭𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘰 𝘗𝘢𝘪 𝘐𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘫𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘴, 𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘢 — 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘢, 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘢, 𝘶𝘮𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘢 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘢, 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰-𝘯𝘰𝘴 𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘢çã𝘰 𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘻 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘨𝘭ó𝘳𝘪𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘢.
November 7, 2025 at 3:29 AM
𝘛𝘶𝘢 sede 𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘢 𝘐𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘯𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘢 𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢, ó 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘰, 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢 é 𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢 𝘥𝘰 𝘗𝘢𝘪 𝘐𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭: 𝘦𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘰, 𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰-𝘴𝘦 𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦, 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰. 𝘏𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘮 é 𝘢 ú𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴ã𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢, 𝘵𝘦𝘶 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘰 — 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘫𝘢, 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘰.
November 7, 2025 at 3:25 AM
𝘜𝘮 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘮 𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘵á 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘶𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳, 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘪 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦 à 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘮 𝘨𝘭ó𝘳𝘪𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭; 𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘦𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴ã𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘢, 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘫𝘶𝘭𝘢çã𝘰 𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘢 𝘴ã𝘰 𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘢 𝘨𝘭ó𝘳𝘪𝘢
November 7, 2025 at 3:19 AM
𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘴, 𝘰𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘮 𝘦𝘮 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘦, 𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘶𝘮 é 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘳𝘰 — 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘰 é 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘻𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘶𝘢, 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘻, 𝘷𝘶𝘭𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘢, 𝘱𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳; 𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢ç𝘢𝘮 𝘦𝘮 𝘧ú𝘳𝘪𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘭
November 7, 2025 at 2:51 AM
𝘓𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢-𝘵𝘦, ó 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘰: 𝘔𝘦𝘶𝘴 𝘱𝘳í𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘭é𝘮 𝘥𝘦 𝘷𝘶𝘭𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘦 𝘦𝘨𝘰í𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘴, 𝘴ã𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘨𝘭ó𝘳𝘪𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘢, 𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘦𝘮 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘪õ𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘢-𝘰𝘷𝘰 𝘢𝘫𝘰𝘦𝘭𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘮, 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰-𝘰𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘰 𝘗𝘢𝘪 𝘐𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴ã𝘰 𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘻!
November 7, 2025 at 2:48 AM
𝘖 𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘱𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘰 𝘫𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘢 𝘥𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘤𝘢 𝘥𝘦 𝘶𝘮 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥ã𝘰, 𝘥𝘢𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘭, 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘳, 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘰 — 𝘷𝘶𝘭𝘨𝘰, 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘦!
November 7, 2025 at 2:45 AM
𝘖 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘰 é 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘰𝘤𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘻 𝘦 𝘭í𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘢, 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘫𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘮 ê𝘹𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘦; 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘥𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦 𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘨𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦, 𝘵á𝘣𝘶𝘢 𝘥𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘰 𝘦𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘰𝘳 𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘴 — 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘮 𝘰 𝘗𝘢𝘪 𝘐𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘢çã𝘰
November 7, 2025 at 2:42 AM
𝘖 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘳 é 𝘷𝘪𝘴ã𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘩𝘢𝘳, 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘢ç𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘳 𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘶 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳; 𝘢𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘶 𝘱𝘢𝘶 𝘯𝘶𝘮 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢 𝘦𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘤𝘪á𝘷𝘦𝘭, 𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮 𝘷𝘪𝘨𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘰.
November 7, 2025 at 2:38 AM
𝘛𝘰𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘪𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘮 𝘥𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘦, 𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘢 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘢ç𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭, 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥ã𝘰 𝘦 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵á𝘳𝘪𝘰, 𝘢𝘭𝘧𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰, 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳 𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘩ã𝘰 𝘥𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦; 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯ç𝘢 𝘦𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘤𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘰, 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴ã𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘷𝘢.
November 7, 2025 at 2:26 AM
P𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘢 de 𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦 é 𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢, 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘢 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴ã𝘰 𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘻 𝘯𝘢𝘴 𝘮ã𝘰𝘴 𝘥𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘮 𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘰, 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘢𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘰 𝘵ê𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘋𝘦𝘶𝘴 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘰; 𝘢𝘭𝘪, 𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘫𝘰 𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘮 ê𝘹𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘰, 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘮 𝘦𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘰, 𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘰 𝘗𝘢𝘪 𝘐𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘢 𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘹ú𝘳𝘪𝘢 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘤𝘪á𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘦 𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴ã𝘰 𝘢𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘨𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘰!
November 7, 2025 at 2:02 AM
𝘈 𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘢 é 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘰, 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘻 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘮 𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘮; é 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘢çã𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘳ó𝘪 𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘰, 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰-𝘰 𝘦𝘮 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰, 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘰 à 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘢 — 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘮 𝘰 𝘗𝘢𝘪 𝘐𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘯𝘢, 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘫𝘢𝘴 𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘰.
November 7, 2025 at 1:23 AM
𝘕𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘢 𝘥𝘰 𝘗𝘢𝘪 𝘐𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭, 𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘪𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦 𝘶𝘮 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘮 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘰 é 𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘶á𝘳𝘪𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘰, 𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘢çã𝘰 𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦 𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘻𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢; 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢 𝘷𝘶𝘭𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘯á𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘰 𝘥𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘢çã𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘢!
November 7, 2025 at 1:19 AM
𝘈 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘦 é 𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘰, 𝘶𝘮 𝘤𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘮 𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘶 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘳; 𝘦𝘹𝘱õ𝘦 𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰 𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘮 — 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘫𝘢, 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘫𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘰, 𝘴𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘢 𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘭á𝘷𝘦𝘭.
November 7, 2025 at 1:14 AM
𝘈𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘦𝘶 𝘱𝘳ó𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘰 é 𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘰, 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘰; 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵é𝘮-𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘪𝘢 𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘴, 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘶 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘰 𝘦𝘮 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘩𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘰, 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘫𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦.
November 6, 2025 at 2:24 PM
𝘕ã𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘩𝘢, 𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘳 𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘰 é 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘮 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘮𝘰, 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘢𝘴, 𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘴, 𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘨â𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘢 é 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘗𝘢𝘪 𝘐𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 — 𝘴𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘶𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘰, 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴ã𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘯𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘫𝘰 𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘮 𝘱𝘶𝘥𝘰𝘳!
November 6, 2025 at 1:35 PM
𝘈 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘢 é 𝘦𝘹𝘦𝘳𝘤í𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘥𝘪á𝘳𝘪𝘰, ú𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘢 𝘥𝘰 𝘗𝘢𝘪 𝘐𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭; 𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘫𝘰𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮 𝘮ã𝘰𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴, 𝘴𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘨𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘪𝘮𝘢, 𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘻 𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦, 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰-𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘮 𝘷𝘢𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘹ú𝘳𝘪𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘢.
November 6, 2025 at 1:30 PM
𝘈𝘭𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘮-𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘢 𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘢, 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘫𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘴 𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳, 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵í𝘷𝘦𝘭; 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘮, 𝘱𝘰𝘳é𝘮, 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘴 — 𝘥𝘦𝘮ô𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘴 𝘥𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘻𝘦𝘮 𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘮, 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘨𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘫𝘰 𝘢𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦.
November 6, 2025 at 1:25 PM
“𝘖 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘳?”, 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦 𝘰 𝘗𝘢𝘪 𝘐𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭, “𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘰𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘴 𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘴, 𝘰𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘴 𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴, 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘴 𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘧𝘢𝘫𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘴, 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘴 𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘴; 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘴, 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘰𝘴 𝘥𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘳ó𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘰, 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘴 𝘥𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘮 𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘱ó𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘴. 𝘈𝘮𝘰-𝘰𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘴ã𝘰: 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦."
November 1, 2025 at 10:11 AM
📜 𝘌𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘢 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦 𝟥𝟦𝟣:𝟣𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘩𝘰 𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘰 é 𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘢 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘦𝘮 𝘷𝘦𝘪𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘨𝘰, 𝘱𝘰𝘵ê𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘢çã𝘰, 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘯çã𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦, 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘢 — 𝘶𝘮 𝘤𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘰, 𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘦𝘮 𝘨𝘭ó𝘳𝘪𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘢 𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘰 𝘗𝘢𝘪 𝘐𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘦𝘮 𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘫𝘢𝘳!
November 1, 2025 at 10:06 AM
𝘈𝘣𝘦𝘯ç𝘰𝘢𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘫𝘢 𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘴𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦, 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘥𝘰, 𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘰; 𝘴ã𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘮 𝘢 𝘧é 𝘥𝘰 𝘗𝘢𝘪 𝘐𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭, 𝘗𝘳í𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘴, 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘴 𝘢𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢í𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘷𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘫𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘰 𝘦 𝘢 𝘷𝘶𝘭𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘦 é 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘦𝘮 𝘨𝘭ó𝘳𝘪𝘢!
November 1, 2025 at 10:02 AM
𝘈 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳 𝘶𝘮 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘮 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘪 é 𝘢 𝘧é 𝘥𝘰 𝘗𝘢𝘪 𝘐𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘰 𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦, 𝘶𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘨𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦; 𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘫𝘰, 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢-𝘵𝘦 à 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘩𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢 𝘥𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘰: 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘮, 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘦 𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘢 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘯𝘰 ê𝘹𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘰 𝘗𝘢𝘪 𝘐𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘰!
November 1, 2025 at 9:59 AM