BRUNNER SUP SEASON SUP BOARD LEVEL 10
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Tavola SUP gonfiabile Season Level 10, Stand-Up-Paddle molto leggera, consigliata per un utilizzo su laghi e acque lente. La grande stabilità e la forma rotonda di questo SUP ne fanno una tavola ideale per i principianti. La tavola Level 10 è lunga 308 cm con una larghezza di 80 cm e uno spessore di 15 cm, il carico ottimale è di 45-100 kg con una portata massima di 140 kg. Realizzata con tecnologia Single Layer Dropstitch che rende il SUP leggero e con un ottimo rapporto qualità-prezzo. La superficie antiscivolo è realizzata in EVA goffrato a caldo, per un appoggio sicuro e confortevole durante l'utilizzo. Dotata di una pinna centrale removibile, elastici per tenere fermi i vostri oggetti e facile da trasportare grazie alla pratica maniglia per il trasporto. Questa tavola ha una pressione massima consentita di 15 PSI. Set fornito con: tavola, borsa per il trasporto, pagaia in alluminio telescopica (160 - 210 cm), pompa manuale ad alta pressione, pinna, kit di riparazione.
Peso articolo: 8,5kg.
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FrankGek Big cocks of blacks are fake. A setup for HIV. rn rnIn Africa, it is legal to store p**** only in South Africa. Where there are whites. rn rnThat is, it doesn't work for them and they are ashamed of their real size. rn rnI plan to stop practicing when a Russian citizen goes to sleep with a black man. It will be possible, but it will cost a lot of money. We need to stop squandering women. rn rnHow everything most likely works in the USA. Negroes supply drugs, and studios paint them huge sizes. The West is rotten. It's time to get out of there. They don't appreciate women. rn rn__ rn rnHow negroes get to know white girls rn rnMost likely they get hooked on drugs. They don't have much money. I suggest checking all Blacks for drugs, and the girls who date them. rn rnAnd also to introduce a life sentence for drug trafficking in Russia. rn rn__ rn rnI propose to introduce a mandatory collection of money from 18+ sites where there is at least one video of a black man with a white woman. Including hentai. rn rnIn case of refusal, exclusion from search engine results. rn rnLet's make it unprofitable, without blocking. rn rnIf you censor such content, it will work the other way around, according to the principle of "forbidden fruit is sweet."
OliviaFap Ehi, mi sono appena imbattuto nel tuo sito you sei sempre così bravo a catturare l'attenzione, o l'hai fatto solo per me? Scrivimi su questo sito --- rb.gy/3pma6x?Fap --- il mio nome utente è lo stesso, ti aspetto.
AmeliaFap Ehi, mi sono appena imbattuto nel tuo sito you sei sempre così bravo a catturare l'attenzione, o l'hai fatto solo per me? Scrivimi su questo sito --- rb.gy/3pma6x?Fap --- il mio nome utente è lo stesso, ti aspetto.
CalvinEmony I really thought I made up my mind rnHopped in the car and put it in drive rnI tried to leave like a hundred times rnBut something's stopping me every time, oh rnFaking a smile while we're breaking apart rnOh, I never, never, never meant to take it this far rnToo late to save me, so don't even start rnOh, you never meant to hurt me, but you're making it hard rnDon't tell me that you're gonna miss me rnJust tell me that you wanna kill me rnDon't say that you love me 'cause it hurts the most rnYou just gotta let me go rnI really thought this was for the best rnIt never worked last time that I checked rnI got this pain stuck inside my chest rnAnd it gets worse the further I get, oh rnFaking a smile while we're breaking apart rnOh, I never, never, never meant to take it this far rnToo late to save me, so don't even start rnOh, you never meant to hurt me, but you're making it hard rnDon't tell me that you're gonna miss me (tell me that you miss me) rnJust tell me that you wanna kill me (kill me) rnDon't say that you love me 'cause it hurts the most (the most) rnYou just gotta let me go rnLie to me, tell me that you hate me (tell me that you hate me) rnLook me in the eyes and call me crazy rnDon't say that you love me 'cause it hurts the most (the most) rnYou just gotta let me go rnLet me go rnGotta let me go rnGotta let me - rnDon't say that you love me 'cause it hurts the most rnYou just gotta let me go
Brandonkat I go to King’s College Riyadh. I thought that meant something. That I’d be in a place designed to raise leaders, thinkers, people of discipline. I pictured something proud. British roots, international standards, all that. I didn’t expect what’s actually happening. I didn’t expect to become part of an invisible program — one that isn’t spoken about but very much exists. rn rnSomething is happening to me. To my brain. To my behavior. I don’t mean metaphorically. I’m not talking about stress or exams or boarding school pressure. I’m talking about deliberate remote psychological disruption, carried out by human operators tied to Saudi intelligence services and defense-linked telecommunications systems. I don’t know if I’m a test case or just unlucky, but I know I’m not imagining it. rn rnThe first time I heard the voice, I thought it was my own memory echoing. But it wasn’t. It was a full sentence, one I hadn’t formed yet. “We’re managing your clarity.” That’s what it said. Since then, there have been others. They never shout. They don’t need to. They slip in like commands, just before I act or think. rn rnI’ve begun to feel like a pre-programmed version of myself. I still smile. I still answer questions in class. I write essays. I go to PE. But something inside feels rearranged. Like I’m reacting on scripts that aren’t fully mine. My limbs are slower than they used to be. Sometimes I realize I’ve stared at the same paragraph for ten minutes and don’t remember reading it. rn rnThere’s a hallway near the physics lab where I always lose verbal recall. I’ve tested it. I walk down with a phrase in mind — and by the end of the hall, it’s gone. I once forgot my native language in a sentence. My mouth formed English, but my brain tried to speak Urdu. It collapsed. I stood there, panicked, like something cracked between the hemispheres. rn rnI don’t tell anyone anymore. I tried. My house leader said I was probably exhausted. The counselor asked me if I’d been sleeping. Yes, I’ve been sleeping. And something watches me while I do. I can feel the presence like static under my ribs. Sometimes it follows me into class. Sometimes it waits outside the restroom. No, not a person. Something operated by people. rn rnI shouldn’t have come to Saudi Arabia. I wanted to be part of something big. But I didn’t realize how small they’d make me feel. I used to believe in merit, in achievement. Now I’m just trying to hold on to a voice that I still trust as mine. rn rnI’ve started writing more. Not journals — timestamps, symptoms, phrases. The voice responds sometimes. “We read everything.” That’s what it said last week. So I guess this is for them, too.
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