Brass x Japão
O Brasil não tem mais a raça de 70. Tudo parece levar a ideia do dinheiro. Uma vergonha! Estava 2 x 0 e de repente, 3 x 2? Realmente…. Difícil acreditar em uma nova copa como sendo campeões novamente….faltam jogadores amando a camisa do Brasil…ou? Qual é sua opinião?
O Brasil não tem mais a raça de 70. Tudo parece levar a ideia do dinheiro. Uma vergonha! Estava 2 x 0 e de repente, 3 x 2? Realmente…. Difícil acreditar em uma nova copa como sendo campeões novamente….faltam jogadores amando a camisa do Brasil…ou? Qual é sua opinião?
October 14, 2025 at 12:36 PM
Brass x Japão
O Brasil não tem mais a raça de 70. Tudo parece levar a ideia do dinheiro. Uma vergonha! Estava 2 x 0 e de repente, 3 x 2? Realmente…. Difícil acreditar em uma nova copa como sendo campeões novamente….faltam jogadores amando a camisa do Brasil…ou? Qual é sua opinião?
O Brasil não tem mais a raça de 70. Tudo parece levar a ideia do dinheiro. Uma vergonha! Estava 2 x 0 e de repente, 3 x 2? Realmente…. Difícil acreditar em uma nova copa como sendo campeões novamente….faltam jogadores amando a camisa do Brasil…ou? Qual é sua opinião?
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10
But it was gone. All of it—a dream. A terrifying, vivid dream that felt more real than waking life.
But it was gone. All of it—a dream. A terrifying, vivid dream that felt more real than waking life.
July 31, 2025 at 12:13 PM
10
But it was gone. All of it—a dream. A terrifying, vivid dream that felt more real than waking life.
But it was gone. All of it—a dream. A terrifying, vivid dream that felt more real than waking life.
9
“Man,” the voice said, trembling. “Many people died here. I just saw a plane crash. Just right now. Believe me.” And suddenly— I woke up. Breathless. Eyes wide open. Still, the sound of fire echoed in my ears. The colors of sunset burned in my memory.
“Man,” the voice said, trembling. “Many people died here. I just saw a plane crash. Just right now. Believe me.” And suddenly— I woke up. Breathless. Eyes wide open. Still, the sound of fire echoed in my ears. The colors of sunset burned in my memory.
July 31, 2025 at 12:12 PM
9
“Man,” the voice said, trembling. “Many people died here. I just saw a plane crash. Just right now. Believe me.” And suddenly— I woke up. Breathless. Eyes wide open. Still, the sound of fire echoed in my ears. The colors of sunset burned in my memory.
“Man,” the voice said, trembling. “Many people died here. I just saw a plane crash. Just right now. Believe me.” And suddenly— I woke up. Breathless. Eyes wide open. Still, the sound of fire echoed in my ears. The colors of sunset burned in my memory.
8
And we knew—many people had just died. And then, amid the stunned silence, still standing on that same wooden deck, I heard a voice. Someone nearby had taken a call. I recognized the Android ringtone.
And we knew—many people had just died. And then, amid the stunned silence, still standing on that same wooden deck, I heard a voice. Someone nearby had taken a call. I recognized the Android ringtone.
July 31, 2025 at 12:12 PM
8
And we knew—many people had just died. And then, amid the stunned silence, still standing on that same wooden deck, I heard a voice. Someone nearby had taken a call. I recognized the Android ringtone.
And we knew—many people had just died. And then, amid the stunned silence, still standing on that same wooden deck, I heard a voice. Someone nearby had taken a call. I recognized the Android ringtone.
7
Reduced to burning wreckage. Lights inside flickered on at the moment of impact, and then came the explosions—deafening, fiery pulses that shook the ground beneath our feet. From where we stood, we could see the horror. Chaos. Fire. Collapse.
Reduced to burning wreckage. Lights inside flickered on at the moment of impact, and then came the explosions—deafening, fiery pulses that shook the ground beneath our feet. From where we stood, we could see the horror. Chaos. Fire. Collapse.
July 31, 2025 at 12:12 PM
7
Reduced to burning wreckage. Lights inside flickered on at the moment of impact, and then came the explosions—deafening, fiery pulses that shook the ground beneath our feet. From where we stood, we could see the horror. Chaos. Fire. Collapse.
Reduced to burning wreckage. Lights inside flickered on at the moment of impact, and then came the explosions—deafening, fiery pulses that shook the ground beneath our feet. From where we stood, we could see the horror. Chaos. Fire. Collapse.
6
Toward a cluster of buildings just a few hundred meters ahead. Then the nose tilted upward—too late—and flames burst along the fuselage. Time slowed. And then—impact. It slammed into a row of eight buildings. Three were obliterated instantly.
Toward a cluster of buildings just a few hundred meters ahead. Then the nose tilted upward—too late—and flames burst along the fuselage. Time slowed. And then—impact. It slammed into a row of eight buildings. Three were obliterated instantly.
July 31, 2025 at 12:12 PM
6
Toward a cluster of buildings just a few hundred meters ahead. Then the nose tilted upward—too late—and flames burst along the fuselage. Time slowed. And then—impact. It slammed into a row of eight buildings. Three were obliterated instantly.
Toward a cluster of buildings just a few hundred meters ahead. Then the nose tilted upward—too late—and flames burst along the fuselage. Time slowed. And then—impact. It slammed into a row of eight buildings. Three were obliterated instantly.
5
Before I could say a word, it clipped the high-voltage power lines crossing the road. Sparks exploded. The left wing bent violently upward from the impact, warping the aircraft’s shape. The plane lurched right, turning with deadly intent.
Before I could say a word, it clipped the high-voltage power lines crossing the road. Sparks exploded. The left wing bent violently upward from the impact, warping the aircraft’s shape. The plane lurched right, turning with deadly intent.
July 31, 2025 at 12:11 PM
5
Before I could say a word, it clipped the high-voltage power lines crossing the road. Sparks exploded. The left wing bent violently upward from the impact, warping the aircraft’s shape. The plane lurched right, turning with deadly intent.
Before I could say a word, it clipped the high-voltage power lines crossing the road. Sparks exploded. The left wing bent violently upward from the impact, warping the aircraft’s shape. The plane lurched right, turning with deadly intent.
4
Trying to get a clear line of sight. That sound—it wasn’t right. I had to see it for myself. And there it was. A huge aircraft, impossibly low, skimming just above the rooftops. Its engines thundered like a storm tearing through steel.
Trying to get a clear line of sight. That sound—it wasn’t right. I had to see it for myself. And there it was. A huge aircraft, impossibly low, skimming just above the rooftops. Its engines thundered like a storm tearing through steel.
July 31, 2025 at 12:11 PM
4
Trying to get a clear line of sight. That sound—it wasn’t right. I had to see it for myself. And there it was. A huge aircraft, impossibly low, skimming just above the rooftops. Its engines thundered like a storm tearing through steel.
Trying to get a clear line of sight. That sound—it wasn’t right. I had to see it for myself. And there it was. A huge aircraft, impossibly low, skimming just above the rooftops. Its engines thundered like a storm tearing through steel.