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On this episode, Revill and guest co-host Ken Abrams are joined by The United Theater's Carly Callahan (Executive Director), and Tony Nunes (artistic director)   The United Theater in Westerly, Rhode Island, is one of the most unique arts venues anywhere in the world. We dive into its incredible history and its role in transforming downtown Westerly.   Carly and Tony chat about the new program, Nashville North, which is creating an exciting pipeline between Nashville, America's Music City, and Westerly. The program is a partnership with two notable Nashville institutions, The Bluebird Café, known for launching the careers of artists like Taylor Swift, Garth Brooks, and Faith Hill, and the Country Music Hall of Fame.   Stay Connected  with The United Webiste: Unitedtheatre.org | Instagram @unitedtheatre  | Youtube | Facebook   Links and Resources No-Cost Home Energy Assessment (sponsored) RIienergy.com/saveathome Save the Date for PVD FEST September 5 & 6, 2025 Stay Connected: @HeyRhody | @PVDMonthly | @So_RI | @thebay_mag Follow Revill: @letschatrevill Follow Jenna: @jennnaaakap Subscribe to our YouTube Channel: youtube.com/@heyrhody Subscribe to our YouTube Channel: youtube.com/@heyrhody Interested in advertising with Hey Rhody? Email us at Mail@HeyRhody.com

No 3 em 1 desta quinta-feira (20), o destaque foi o princípio de incêndio no pavilhão da COP30, em Belém, que levou à interdição do local, causou correria e provocou a evacuação da Blue Zone. O ministro Celso Sabino e o secretário-geral da ONU, António Guterres, se manifestaram sobre o episódio, que expôs falhas de infraestrutura e segurança e aumentou a pressão sobre o governo em meio às negociações climáticas. O presidente Lula oficializou a indicação do advogado-geral da União Jorge Messias para a vaga de Luís Roberto Barroso no Supremo Tribunal Federal. Sendo a terceira indicação do governo, Messias é o nome evangélico escolhido por Lula, em um movimento visto como um aceno ao segmento religioso. A nomeação precisa ser aprovada em sabatina na Comissão de Constituição e Justiça (CCJ). O deputado federal Alexandre Ramagem está nos Estados Unidos, em Miami, dias após ser condenado pelo STF a 16 anos de prisão. A Câmara não foi informada oficialmente de sua saída do país, mas ele apresentou dois atestados. A base governista, por meio do Pastor Henrique Vieira, já pediu ao STF sua prisão preventiva, alegando risco de fuga. O deputado Eduardo Bolsonaro foi incluído na Dívida Ativa da União e é cobrado em quase R$ 14 mil por faltas não justificadas na Câmara desde fevereiro, quando viajou aos EUA. Com 47 faltas no total, o parlamentar pode ter restrições de crédito (CADIN) e até mesmo bens leiloados. O caso reacende o debate sobre a perda de mandato por ausência. O vice-prefeito de São Paulo, Coronel Mello Araújo, atacou as gestões do prefeito Ricardo Nunes e do governador Tarcísio de Freitas por ações na Cracolândia. Ligado ao bolsonarismo, ele acusou a gestão Nunes de desvio de verbas antes de assumir e classificou a operação de Tarcísio na Favela do Moinho como uma “grande enganação”. O presidente da Câmara, Hugo Motta, defendeu a aprovação do PL Antifacção, afirmando que a Casa “escolheu o caminho certo” no combate ao crime organizado. Já o relator no Senado, Alessandro Vieira, criticou a comunicação “agressiva” do governo e prometeu ajustes para garantir constitucionalidade e segurança jurídica, especialmente à Polícia Federal. Reportagem: André Anelli. O presidente norte-americano Donald Trump sugeriu publicamente pena de morte para congressistas democratas que pediram a militares que recusassem ordens ilegais. Ele os chamou de “traidores” por tentarem subverter o governo. Tudo isso e muito mais você acompanha no 3 em 1. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Bees Look to Break South Coast Hoodoo – Brighton v Brentford Preview PodcastBilly the Bee Grant and Laney are back after the World Cup-qualifying international break, catching up on how England, Ireland, Scotland, Wales, and Northern Ireland fared. We also touch on Jamaica missing out on automatic qualification - but with Pinnock and Henry still in with a chance via the playoffs.Attention then turns to Brentford's win over Newcastle, including Nunes' clever assist for Ouattara and a full look at the standout performers, with Igor Thiago named Man of the Match.Bees Breakdown joins the show with their detailed tactical and statistical analysis from the Newcastle match and an in-depth look ahead to Brighton. We also discuss the new tactics show featuring Jacob Gowler and Matt “The Allard” Allard. You can check in in the link belowhttps://shows.acast.com/the-beesotted-brentford-pride-of-west-london-podcast/episodes/beyond-the-breakdown-brentfords-tactical-takeaways-newcastleAnd as part of the Brighton preview, Ady Packham from Albion Roar gives us the lowdown from the opposition side.Plus updates on Martin Allen's fundraising efforts, and news from abroad with Wolfsburg rumoured to be interested in signing Ajer - coinciding with Norway sealing qualification to the World CupAnother packed episode covering all bases on and off the pitch. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

The Time Riders: Part 12 Teaching Nanu about the modern world. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Some minutes passed before Becky pressed her forehead to Nanu's, holding her by the cheeks. "I'm so sorry, Nanu; I thought I'd lost you. I'm sorry; I'll teach you how to be careful. I promise." "I'm sorry, Mistress, I didn't mean to be thoughtless and frighten you," Nanu sniffled, her eyes bleary. As much as the fright by the wheeled monster, she was disconcerted by how upset her Mistress was. Rebe-kah was genuinely terrified that she'd nearly lost Nanu. It made her love her Mistress even more. "Let's go back inside," Becky suggested, pulling Nanu to her feet. "I promise, we'll try again later." She looked both ways before taking them across the road, holding Nanu close, even possessively. Becky was taking no chances. "Mistress?" "Yes, my love?" As they reached the curb back in front of Becky's house, Nanu held up the hem of her long shirt, heedless of the fact that she was flashing her cunt to a random woman walking by as she showed Becky something. "I'm sorry, the monster, it frightened me. I; I pissed myself and ruined the sack." Becky's response was somewhere between a laugh, a choke, and a sob and she caressed Nanu's shoulder as they continued walking. "Don't worry, I'll find you another." "Can it have a flaming cock on it again?" Nanu asked. "I think I rather like that." Becky smiled. "I'll buy you some more flaming cock shirts, my love. I promise." The door shut behind them, and it was time to relax. It had been quite the eventful day and it was barely noon. After a nap. "Do you have friends, Mistress?" Nanu asked as she lay on her back on the bed, gazing up at Becky. She ground and pumped her hips, slithering her cunt against her lover's, while Becky looked down at her, churning and undulating. Becky was fondling one of her ample tits, while the other was caressing one of Nanu's. In turn, Nanu was groping Becky, while her free hand had reached down and was holding her nether lips wide, exposing her throbbing clit to be brushed by Becky's. They'd already cum a few times, but were simply enjoying the sensations now. "Of course, silly," Becky giggled, loving how wet and sticky their pussies felt together. "You just haven't met any of them yet. The only person you know aside from me is Mark." "If we meet your friends, what will you tell them about me?" One of the things that Becky appreciated about Nanu was that she could fuck and still hold a conversation if she felt the need. Business didn't interfere with pleasure. "I admit, I haven't given it too much thought yet, but I would probably tell them that you're a student from another country who I have staying with me, and you don't speak English." Nanu arched her hips and side, pressing hard against Becky's cunt. "Mistress, what; what is the name of the place we are in? Where in the empire of the Romans is it?" Becky had to stop fucking because she broke down laughing. She leaned down and pressed her body to Nanu's hugging her tight while she jiggled uncontrollably. Nanu held her Mistress, but she was frowning, wondering what was so funny. She stopped frowning when Becky kissed her lovingly. "Oh, Nanu," the blonde woman said, smiling into her companion's eyes. "I have so much to explain to you still;” She sat up and then pulled Nanu into her lap. Nanu's legs wrapped around her Mistress' waist and she just looked contentedly into Becky's blue eyes. She knew she was in for an explanation she wouldn't completely understand, but as long as she was naked like this with Becky, she didn't mind, either. There wasn't much Nanu couldn't endure, as long as she kept getting fucked on a regular basis. And Becky seemed to like fucking as much as she did. It was a wonderful match, as far as Nanu was concerned. "Baby," Becky cooed, pushing a stray damp hair away from Nanu's lovely face. "Where we are now, we are very, very far from the boundaries of the Roman Empire. The place I live, it is a nation called 'Canada'." "Kaaa-na-daaa;” she said quietly. She liked the sound of it. "Is Kaaa-na-daaa a large place?" Becky tried to remember her ancient history, not to mention what she knew about her own geography. "Well," she said finally, having figured it out. "Canada is larger than the entire Roman empire at its height. Canada is the second largest nation in the world." Nanu's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. "Impossible!" she almost hissed in disbelief. "How have you fought off the Roman devils? Is Kaaa-na-daaa mighty?" Becky drew in a breath. This is where it got difficult. "Nanu, I know you can read, and you can count, but; do big numbers mean anything to you?" Nanu shrugged. "I could count higher than any of the other slaves in the Flavian household, and even a few of my masters and mistresses. Sometimes I was too smart and they beat me for it. I think I count well." "I'm asking because;” Becky continued, seeming hesitant. "The Roman Empire, it fell around one-thousand five-hundred years ago." Nanu said nothing, trying to understand what she had just been told. The Empire, gone? Life without Rome? Becky blushed. "It; and the time you were from, Nanu, that was just under three hundred years before Rome fell. My time, where we live now, is about eighteen-hundred years after your own." A long silence followed. Nanu shook her head. When she looked at Becky, her hazel eyes were full of worry. "Mistress, are; are you lying to me?" Becky shook her head slowly. "No, Nanu. I promised you I wouldn't lie to you." "But I don't understand what you mean," the Egyptian girl almost pleaded. "These numbers you are saying, they; I don't understand them!" She took Becky's hands in hers, her expression somewhere between afraid and desperate. "Please help me understand, Mistress.." Becky thought about what she could possibly do to help her beloved Nanu understand. She considered, her eyes closed for some seconds. When she opened them, she nodded. "Come downstairs with me and I will try," she said. Nanu clambered out of her lap and the two girls rose. Taking Nanu's hand, Becky led her downstairs to the living room. She made Nanu sit on the floor while she walked over to a corner. In said corner, behind a decorative screen, she kept a large, bluish water container, like one would find supplying the water cooler in an office. With a grunt, she began rolling it out from its storage space and toward Nanu. The former slave-girl watched curiously while Becky now turned it over with some effort, spilling out what looked to Nanu like tiny brown coins. Endless numbers of them, chinking and tinkling into a pile on the rug. "There," Becky breathed, wiping her brow. She'd already been sweaty from sex with Nanu, and the effort of rolling and tipping her change barrel had her feeling warm. She now lay down on her stomach on the carpet opposite Nanu, with the piles of tiny brown coins between them. "Nanu, these are called 'pennies', and they are a type of coin we use in my time. They are made of aeramen (copper), like some coins you know." Nanu nodded slowly. Becky held up a penny. "We're going to pretend each of these is a year. We're going to count them. And when we get to a certain point, that is how long ago the Roman Empire fell. But think of them as years, Nanu." Nanu drew a deep breath, sat with her legs crossed, and began counting, picking up the pennies and placing them into a new pile she started. "One; two; three;” Fifteen minutes later. Nanu had stopped pushing the pennies, but was still counting aloud while Becky moved the coins. "Six hundred fifty-one; six hundred fifty-two;” Becky could tell her beloved friend was getting very upset, but she kept going, because she needed Nanu to understand. The minutes dragged by, but Nanu kept counting. "Nine hundred eighty-five;” she said in a quavering voice. "Nine hundred eighty-six; nine hundred; No!" Nanu shoved the ever-growing pile of pennies away, scattering the coins, and Becky reared back in surprise. The Egyptian girl was scrambling backward on her ass, her eyes wide in fear and disbelief. She bumped into the couch before she yelped and leapt to her feet, dashing out of the room. "You're Lying!" "Nanu!" Becky called, getting hastily to her feet as the smaller girl opened the front door and burst onto the street. She was still naked, and Becky could hear her sobbing. "Shit shit shit shit;” Becky said under her breath as she pulled a long jacket out of the closet and then dashed out the door, looking around. "Nanu?" she called frantically. "Nanu!" But the girl was nowhere in sight. She looked up and down the street, seeing no bewildered pedestrians. Thank God it was Sunday, but how long could it possibly be before a tiny naked woman was noticed running around the neighborhood sobbing to herself and unable to speak English? She'd be picked up by the police, be terrified, and they would have absolutely no way of identifying her. Heaven only knows what would happen then. Poor Nanu! Becky took a chance and began heading in the direction she heard a dog barking from. She kept calling Nanu's name, having no clue where she could have gone. How on earth had no one seen her yet? Becky cursed herself. There were so many things she hadn't anticipated. How could she? She and Mark had brought Nanu forward in time to make her life better, to free her from the chains of slavery. It seemed like such a good thing to do. It had to be. After all, hadn't time let them do it? She wasn't even exactly certain what had set Nanu off, but she had an inkling. Yet another thing Becky hadn't known she needed to think through. Why would she know that? She'd never brought anyone forward in time before. How many people had? One ten millionth of this time's people? Maybe? She didn't know! This was almost as new to her as it was to Nanu. But Becky was making her own choices and knew she didn't need to be afraid. Nanu was completely surrounded by a universe she knew nothing about. Even the air had to smell completely different to her! She stopped just outside of a parkette and looked around. "Nanu!" she called loudly. She heard a gasp and then muffled sobbing, along with the rustling of foliage. She turned and saw the shrubs that marked the boundaries of the parkette moving awkwardly. She moved toward the disturbance, hoping her search was over. She stopped in front of the shrubs and spoke gently. "Nanu?" "En!" the girl hissed in panic. "Annoi!" Becky had no idea what Nanu had just said, since it wasn't Latin, but she could guess. She stopped coming forward and simply knelt down in the cold grass, determined to give Nanu the time she needed. She could see the girl now, stuffed bodily into the thicket, her hazel eyes brittle with fright. Poor Nanu had to be in agony, wedged in with all those branches and sticks poking and scratching her. How had she done it to begin with? "I'm here, Nanu," she said softly, letting Nanu see her smile, but she stayed still. "I'm sorry you got frightened. Will you please tell me what happened? I am trying so hard to understand, but I am not perfect at this, as you can see." Nanu was sobbing quietly, trying to not be heard. But after some moments, she seemed to be trying to rein in her crying so that she could speak. It took some time, words only coming out as choked gasps. Becky stayed still. She would wait however long was necessary. For Nanu, no length of time was too much. She owed it to the lovely, frightened young woman. And Nanu finally spoke. "They're gone, Mistress," she said in little more than a whisper. "They're all gone." Becky thought about what Nanu was saying and it sent a chill through her. "Nanu, do you mean your family?" "They're dead," she managed to say in a rasping whimper. "They're all dead; my mother, my father; my brothers and sisters; my Ki; her little baby daughter, Nanu; they are dust; dust;” Becky couldn't help it, she began crying too. She bent her head and her chest shuddered as she tried not to vocalize, and tears streamed down her face. This was a horrifying thought when she examined it from Nanu's point of view. Everything Nanu knew to be real was gone. And not even recently. The pennies had forced Nanu to see things in a way she was never meant to. Her family, they weren't newly dead, remembered by anyone. They weren't even decaying in graves. They were dust, nothing more than the endless sands of the land Nanu had grown up in. They'd become a sort of nothingness. "Nanu," Becky whispered, tears stinging her eyes and cold on her cheeks. "I'm so sorry. I; wish I knew what to say." "What can you say?" the girl murmured. "You are not a god, you cannot bring them to life for me. All I can ever do is go and see them, as they once were, alive and remembering me. But I will always be thinking that I live many ages of the moon after they are nothingness. I will never be rid of that realization, Mistress." "You're right, of course," Becky admitted, nodding. "It's different for you. Lots of my family members are dead, but I never met them, I never knew them. You lived with them all." "Please be honest with me, Mistress," Nanu said quietly. "How much more counting was there to do? How much bigger was the pile of coins going to get?" Becky blushed, feeling stupid for thinking it had been a good idea. The road to Hell was paved with good intentions. "It was going to be twice that size, Nanu. We; we got halfway through the counting." She closed her eyes while Nanu wept quietly again. Someone walked by, staring at her in confusion as she knelt in front of the shrubs in a long jacket, but just kept walking. Maybe it was a weird meditation thing. Nanu finally stopped crying but went silent. Becky did the only thing she could, and remained silent, waiting to see what happened next. Some minutes passed before Nanu finally spoke. "There are twigs and leaves stuck in my cunt." Despite herself, Becky began to snicker, squeezing her knees as she tried to stop. "Mistress," Nanu protested, but she was also trying to keep from giggling. "It's not funny, it hurts. Why did you let me do this?" "I'm sorry, baby," the blonde woman said finally, wiping a tear from her eye and smiling. "I'll try harder to keep you from doing crazy things. I promise." "I am naked, Mistress," Nanu pointed out. "Did you bring me something to wear?" "No, honey, I forgot, because I was so worried about you," admitted Becky. "Why are you stuffed into a shrub, anyway?" There was a pause before Nanu answered. "The dog scared me when it barked at me. Dogs scare me. The Romans use dogs for guards and for war. Why does Ka-na-da have war dogs?" "They aren't war dogs, my love," Becky said, wondering what to do next. "People keep dogs as pets. I used to have a dog when I was a little girl. I miss him very much." Nanu considered. "What was his name?" Becky was almost reluctant to say, since it now sounded silly. "His name was Frankincense. I; I just called him Frank for short." There was another pause. "What does that name even mean?" Becky shrugged. "He's named after a substance I think the Romans called olibanum." "You named your dog after that shit my Flavian masters kept burning in their rooms?" Nanu queried, clearly not impressed. "Hey, I like that smell, thank you," Becky replied. "And you be nice about my little Frankie, or you can keep the leaves and twigs in your cunt, young lady." "Sorry," Nanu snickered. "I'm sure your dog with the stupid name was very nice, Mistress." "Okay, are you ready to come home now?" asked the blonde, pondering their situation. "I can't leave you here like this, so; I guess I'll just hide you inside my coat and hope for the best. I mean, it's only seven blocks back to the house." There was a pause for some moment before Nanu answered. "Okay. I'm; I'm sorry, Mistress. I; I got scared." "I don't blame you, my love," Becky said gently. "Nobody can understand what you're feeling. Nobody, anywhere, can understand. Even Mark and I can't truly." She leaned forward and spoke quietly. "But I promise you, Nanu. We love you. And we want you to be happy. We wanted to free you from slavery and show you the wonders that Mark and I experience. But; we are not very good at planning, because even we don't know what to expect. But please believe me when I say that we want your happiness." "I know, Mistress. And I am sorry I said you were lying and ran away. I just felt terrified. Nothing made sense. It; still doesn't. All I can do is place my faith in you now." Becky nodded solemnly. Nanu was right. Becky couldn't even take her home, because Mark was the one with the time machine, and they wouldn't see him for the next three months. All this trauma had happened on Day One. Not a smooth start. She sighed. Maybe the chroniques dealer she'd found hidden away downtown could find someone to take Nanu back to her own time if she really wanted to return? She'd talk with Nanu about it in due course. She owed Nanu an out if she wanted one. "Okay," she said finally. "I'm going to move to the bush and open my coat, Nanu. Then you; uh; you get inside, I guess, and hug me with your arms and legs. Then I'll try to close my coat and get us home, okay?" The bush rustled as Nanu nodded, and then she moved forward, grunting and swearing as she unstuck herself from her deciduous prison. She almost tumbled into Becky, who was also nude underneath the long garment. She prayed that it would somehow fit around them both. As Nanu snuggled into her, Becky knelt up straight, presenting her waist. She fought to keep herself balanced as Nanu wrapped her arms and legs around her torso, her face squashed between Becky's ample tits. Great; Becky thought as she pushed to her feet and began struggling to close the coat around herself and the Nanu-shaped bundle now hanging onto her. She wheezed almost comically. If I manage to close the damn coat, I'm gonna smother Nanu between my tits. She'll suffocate before I get her the seven blocks home. How on earth did she get this far to begin with? Naked? Becky turned slowly and began to waddle out of the parkette. She pivoted ponderously onto the street and began the slow, awkward trek home. She could hear Nanu snuffling and trying to breathe inside the stretch-tight coat. As she waddled, Becky pulled the top of the coat open slightly, hoping to give Nanu some air. She looked down, seeing Nanu looking back up at her out of the darkness. "Thank you, Mistress;” the girl whispered. Becky could begin to imagine how she looked at the moment; she probably looked like she was trying to give birth to a horse. Or was smuggling a primate beneath her coat. Close enough, really. The occasional person walked by, giving her a curious glance, but then continuing on. This neighborhood wasn't known for being terribly nosy, as long as you weren't too dark of skin. Becky hadn't quite figured out how to solve that problem yet. "Eep! Nanu!" she hissed, shivering as Nanu's mouth found one of her nipples and began sucking on it. She heard Nanu hum contentedly, clearly willing to occupy herself this way while Becky got them home. "What're you doing, you brat?" Nanu ignored her, and Becky realized she'd been speaking English, so Nanu was free to not notice anything she said and had a perfectly viable excuse for doing so. Becky bit her lip as Nanu's wicked tongue swirled around her nipple before she began sucking again. Worse, one of the little brat's hands found her cunt and began stoking it. Whether she wanted to or not, Becky started getting wet and she tried waddling faster. Becky was going to kill Nanu when they got home. She was going to fuck her to death! Another block down. Becky could feel her face was flushed, and she was sweating now, and not only from the effort of carrying Nanu around her middle beneath the damned coat. She bit her lip and groaned as her eyes almost rolled up into her head. Dammit, one of Nanu's fingers found her way inside Becky's cunt! She tried closing her legs as she walked, to force the little tramp's finger out, but she quickly realized she would lose her balance and fall over if she kept this up. Sighing in frustration, she kept her legs open while she walked, doing her best to walk faster. "What're you smuggling under your coat, Fischer?" guffawed a neighbor as he walked by. "An orangutan?" "Uh; just groceries I have to protect!" Becky replied hastily, wrapping her arms under Nanu's ass as if holding the aforementioned imaginary groceries. She heard Nanu sigh and wiggle her cheeks on the hands. She kept sucking on Becky's tits and fingering her cunt. Becky's knees were trembling, and she was fairly certain she was dripping, leaving a path of sticky droplets on the sidewalk her behind her. Her whole body was tingling, even as she struggled to walk. "Uh!" Becky gasped loudly as Nanu bit and tugged on the nipple, the delicious sting lancing along the blonde's nervous system. "You little brat," she hissed, pulling the top of the coat open and scowling down into it. "When we get home, I am spanking your ass right off, young lady!" "If you make it that far, Mistress," Nanu replied, smirking up at her evilly. "If you make it home before you cum, I will eat a whole package of that bay-kon as punishment." Becky waddled faster, panting now as she fought for control. Nanu had two fingers in her now, making scooping motions along her upper wall. "Uh, that's cheating, you little slut!" "It is taking us so long to get home, Mistress," Nanu teased, slithering her tongue around a nipple. "How far are we walking? The length of your Ka-na-da?" Staggering quickly, almost wheezing like she was about to give birth, Becky moved on relentlessly. She almost couldn't see anything as pleasure kept flooding through her, promising orgasm was just around the corner. But Becky knew she didn't have strength to climax and keep moving. If she came, she would be collapsing to her knees and cumming on the sidewalk. If she was lucky, she'd remain kneeling. Sweat was streaming from her body. She was amazed Nanu was still able to hold on at all. C'mon; c'mon. She moaned as Nanu got a third slender finger inside her Mistress, and some woman chose that exact moment to go jogging by, giving Becky a confused look. Becky ignored her and just soldiered on as best she could. She could feel her arousal trickling down her inner thighs. How ridiculous must she have looked, barefoot, waddling around in a long jacket, smuggling an octopus while grunting and moaning like she was in a porn movie? She had barely turned up onto the little walkway leading up to her house before she tore the coat open and burst into a run, stampeding up the stairs while Nanu squeaked in alarm. She flung the door open and staggered inside, panting like she'd just run a marathon and sweating like she'd been fucked by twenty men in a row. Nanu was goggling up at her Mistress in shock (and maybe a little panic). Becky's blue eyes flashed and she grabbed the slave-girl and shoved her down her sweat-slicked body. Nanu's knees hit the wooden floor and she barely had time to register what had happened before Becky grabbed her head and jammed it against her steaming cunt. Nanu grunted and almost choked as Becky ground her hips with a dreadful eagerness, desperate to cum. Nanu slid her tongue inside and lashed her Mistress' cunt frantically. One of Becky's hands scrabbled for and finally grabbed onto the front door, managing to swing it closed so that they couldn't be seen from outside anymore. Leaning back against the wall, she bucked her hips furiously against Nanu's face, both her hands now gripping the Egyptian girl's black hair. She hissed and panted, her entire body shaking. Becky clamped her hands over her mouth and shrieked, juddering as the orgasm rocked her. She was barely cognizant of Nanu below her, trying not to drown as Becky's cunt flooded over. Becky pumped and ground greedily, reality spinning around her. She felt herself slumping down the wall to the floor, her hand on the back of Nanu's head, making sure the girl didn't try to escape. Becky felt like her eyes had switched sockets. Thank God this hadn't happened on the street or she would have been arrested, no question. At last, she opened her eyes and Nanu was kneeling in front of her, waiting patiently with her hands in her lap. Her face and much of her upper chest were glistening with Becky's cum. Not surprisingly, she didn't seem to mind. She stayed quiet until Becky seemed more focused before she finally spoke. "I guess I'm going to have the shits for a few days after the bay-kon, aren't I, Mistress? I lost the wager." Becky wearily reached up and caressed her beloved Nanu's hair. "I'm not letting you eat all my bacon, you silly slut. I love bacon. I'll figure some other way to punish you for losing the wager, like tonguing my ass or something." Nanu nodded. "I think I will enjoy losing wagers to you, Mistress." Becky laughed tiredly. They weren't even through their first day yet and she was exhausted. How many millions more things did she have to teach Nanu before this would was safe for her? And she only had three months to do it! Who would've thought that introducing someone to the future would prove so troublesome? "So you do want to see how the television works?" Becky asked, holding up the remote. Nanu looked at her curiously. They were both naked again, and in all likelihood intended to stay that way, unless they had to leave the house. Becky imagined that Nanu's ass probably still hurt somewhat, and anything she could do to relieve the discomfort was likely in order. Not wearing clothes seemed like a good start. "Mistress, I don't even know what it does, never mind how it works," the Egyptian girl pointed out, sitting on the floor, cross-legged. She gestured at the small black device her mistress held. "Wassa?" "This controls the television for me," Becky said, sitting down next to her charge and showing Nanu all the tiny buttons on the device. Granted, Nanu didn't know what buttons were, so she merely frowned at the remote in mild confusion. "I use it to watch things on the television. It allows me to select what I watch." She pointed the remote at the television and pushed the Power button. The High Definition unit, which was actually longer than Nanu was tall, winked on, and noise blared from it as images came on the screen. Nanu squealed at the sound and scrambled behind Becky, hiding and clutching her mistress' flanks. Becky giggled and lowered the volume. "You can come out now, hero," Becky said, smirking. "I lowered the volume." Nanu peeked out from behind her mistress, looking at the screen warily. She stared for some seconds, unable to understand what she was seeing. Some yellow-haired woman, ridiculously overclothed, was looking at Nanu and babbling in what she could only assume was En-gush. She had a serious look on her face as she spoke into what looked like a black cock. It was windy, apparently, because her hair was blowing around. Nanu slowly crawled toward the TV, her eyes narrowing. Becky watched in amusement, still sitting some distance away. Nanu had a great ass, and she could stare at it endlessly. The younger woman moved close to the screen, staring in bewilderment. Becky had lowered the volume sufficiently so that the news reporter wasn't yelling in Nanu's face. Nanu stared, then moved to the side of the television, looking around and behind it, sitting on its smoked glass countertop. She crawled around to the other side and looked behind again. Finally, she turned and looked at Becky in confusion. "Mistress?" she asked uncertainly. "Why do you keep the woman in the tiny box? How?" Becky had half-expected the question, of course, but it was still funny to hear. Once she was done snickering (Nanu waited patiently, looking only slightly annoyed), Becky replied. "She is not trapped inside the television, darling. It is a device that can show me other people. You have paintings in Rome and back in Egypt, right?" Nanu nodded. "And of course, a painting is just an illustration of someone," Becky explained. She'd had a little bit of time to put thought into this. "They're not actually in the painting, trapped." "So;” Nanu ventured, thinking about it. "The woman inside the box is a painting? Why can it move and talk to me?" "It's not a painting, it's a representation of her," Becky replied, knowing this would get awkward. "A television allows me to see things that are happening elsewhere." Nanu's eyes widened in shock. "The woman you see on the television is here in the city somewhere. I can see other people as well;” She changed the channel, and the television now displayed a Tom and Jerry cartoon. Unfortunately, a split second after the cartoon came up, Tom screamed loudly, having stabbed himself in the ass with a needle on the end of a pool cue. Nanu yelped in fright and threw herself into Becky's arms, shaking. Becky wheezed as she tumbled onto her back, holding onto her young ward. Nanu was trembling, her face stuffed between Becky's boobs. "Mistress, the box frightens me," the girl whispered. "It is too loud." "We can change how loud it is, Nanu," Becky said gently, pushing herself up into a sitting position and hugging Nanu, who was still wrapped around her, refusing to let go. "My world is probably rather loud compared to the one you know, my love. And the noises will be things you're not used to. But I promise you that you will adapt. Just like you did to life in Rome, and just like you will to bacon." Nanu nodded and then turned her head to look back at the TV. "Is; is that supposed to be a mouse and a cat?" Becky nodded. "Someone drew them to look comical and make people laugh." "The mouse is trying to kill the cat," Nanu pointed out. "He struck the cat on the head with the stick so that the cat screamed and swallowed that rolling ball. The mouse is evil. Are cats not sacred in your time, Mistress?" "Cats think they are, but many people just keep them as pets," Becky laughed. "Turn around and let me show you more. And I promise you, Nanu, nobody is caught inside the box. I don't quite know how to explain yet, but I will when I can. The television is meant to entertain." She changed the channel again and Nanu watched intently as Rocky Balboa and Ivan Drago slugging it out on the screen. "You have gladiators in your society, Mistress?" she breathed, watching the bulging muscles flex as the two men pummeled one another. "We pay some athletes to fight, but we do not have death sports, like you remember," Becky replied, shrugging as she hugged Nanu, who was still sitting in her lap. "I mean, maybe some countries like the Veniti (Russians) do, but they're rather barbaric. We have Olympics, like you remember, just a lot more events. But this is just a story being told, this isn't real." "It looks very real," Nanu said, still glued to the screen. "I can hear them hitting each other." "Did you ever see a drama or play, Nanu?" Becky asked, which got a nodding head from the smaller girl. "Well, just like in those plays or dramas, the actors can pretend to strike one another. In my time, we might just be better at making it look real." "How do you tell fake fights and real fights apart?" Nanu asked. Becky could feel the other girl squirming in her lap. Nanu was getting turned on watching muscular men beat one another up. "Circumiastentia, (context)," Becky replied. "The television will tell you if you are watching something that actually happened, or whether it is a drama." Nanu tilted her head. "Can you show me a real fight?" Becky considered and then switched to a sports channel. Quickly enough, she came across an MMA fight between two women. Nanu gaped as she watched the women grapple and beat the shit out of one another. "Oh, Nunes! She Just Hurt Cyborg!" crowed the announcer. Not that the Egyptian girl understood what he was saying. "And; they never use weapons?" Nanu asked in a quiet but somehow hopeful voice. "No, you bloodthirsty little thing," Becky giggled, hugging her tight and wiggling her boobs into Nanu's back. "If you see weapons, it is probably a drama and not real." "These women are not very attractive, and punching each other just makes it worse," Nanu said, wrinkling her nose. "I would not fuck them. Are they fighting over a man?" Becky wasn't about to try to explain that Amanda Nunes was married to another woman who was also an MMA fighter. She just let her continue to watch while blood and teeth flew everywhere. "What else, does the magic box show us?" Becky thought of how to explain. She thought about anything Nanu might have been familiar with. "Do you; remember how announcements were placed in the Forum in Rome for people to read?" Nanu nodded. "The acta diurna. They told us about things that were happening. I was one of three Flavian slaves who could read them. It made the others jealous. But mostly we just found out about things from hearsay, people telling other people things." "Well, there are people who are paid to report nuntium (news)," Becky said. "That way, you can know what's going on, not just here in the city, but almost anywhere in the world." Nanu leaned back into Becky and looked up at her. "What IS the name of this city you live in, Mistress?" "Toronto," Becky said. This drew a frown from Nanu. Becky picked up Nanu's hand and gently pressed her lips against her palm. "To-ron-to." Nanu shook her head. "Maybe if you said it against my lips, Mistress." Becky giggled and shook her head. "You little slut;” She leaned down and her lips barely touched Nanu's. "Tor-ron-to." Fifteen minutes of almost kissing passed before Nanu could say Toronto. Becky wasn't at all surprised. It occurred to her that maybe one way to ease Nanu into her new environs and life was to find ways in which it was similar to her old one. "I know you don't speak English yet, darling, but I might be able to help you learn a little more quickly. Can you spell your name?" "Nanu nodded. "I can speak Latin and read some, Mistress, but; I only know how to write a few words. One of them is my name." "Come," Becky said, getting Nanu out of her lap and getting to her feet. Nanu followed suit. "Let's go to the kitchen;” She brought Nanu by the hand into the kitchen and stopped in front of the fridge. She had a small whiteboard stuck to it, and some colored markers alongside. She popped the top of the black marker and then drew a large dot on the board, demonstrating for Nanu how it worked. She then handed the marker to Nanu. The Egyptian girl looked at it curiously and then sniffed the tip. "Don't lick it, Nanu," Becky said gently but firmly. Nanu grimaced and stuck her tongue back in her mouth, sighing and turning toward the whiteboard. It was a glossy white color she'd almost never seen before. She gripped the marker awkwardly, in her fist, and pressed the tip against the white surface, obeying Becky's instructions to not press so hard. She slowly drew out her name on the surface. NANV "Good," Becky said as the slave-girl wiped her forehead. "Now, watch me spell your name in English;” NANU Nanu looked shocked. "Mistress, they are almost exactly the same," she breathed. "Why are they so similar?" Becky smiled. "My language borrows many, many things from Latin, including the alphabet. Many words have Latin origins as well." She wrote the name of Rome in Latin and English for Nanu, followed by the words for Egypt. ROMA ROME AEGYPTUS EGYPT. Nanu got quiet for a moment. "Mistress, I; I know my family is gone now but; what does my home look like?" "Do you mean Egypt?" Becky asked. Nanu nodded. "Well, it is still largely desert, except along the river, but there are many large cities like my own there now. The city that is the capital of the Egyptian nation is one of the largest in the world." Nanu almost looked excited. "My people are numerous and mighty?" Becky paused a second too long in answering and Nanu's expression changed to one of concern. "Mistress? Tell me the truth." Becky led her over to two small chairs and held her hand while they sat down. Becky drew a deep breath. "It is hard to explain, Nanu. Your nation is populated, like I said, but; I don't think the people there are Egyptians the way you understand them." Nanu almost went pale. "We have been destroyed?" "No, not as such," Becky fumbled, trying to explain. "But; for centuries after your time, there were waves of people who moved through the lands. Do you know who the Arabs are?" Nanu thought about that. "They are nomads from the great desert, aren't they?" Becky nodded. "After the Roman Empire fell, the next great empire was one ruled by the Arab tribes. Egypt fell to them. Modern scholars believe that the Arabs are the blood of Egypt now, and much of northern Africa. They had children with your people, and then with those children in time, and soon; your blood, true Egyptian blood, was no more. Not as you would think of it." The Egyptian girl was silent for some time, staring at nothing. Or Becky's boobs. It was a fair bet with Nanu. "My people are gone;” she murmured, looking at the floor. "We are no more;” Becky nodded sadly. "There are many civilizations in the world that has happened to, Nanu. Egypt, your Egypt, just happens to be one of them. If the scholars are right about that, then you are the only person in my world of your bloodline, your people." Nanu finally looked up at Becky and nodded. "Then I must fuck and have children so that the people of the Black Land may rise again. I will be the new queen of a new, mighty people of Keme." Becky smiled warmly. Nothing ever seemed to daunt Nanu for long. "Nanu, my love, somehow I do not doubt that about you. Let's eat, shall we?" This time around, Becky chose the foods carefully, mostly relying on fresh fruits and vegetables. She did her best to buy organic products, free of pesticides and preservatives, so hopefully this meal would not wreak havoc on Nanu's digestive tract. Nanu watched patiently as her mistress prepared the food, cutting into a loaf of what seemed to be bread, and smelled wonderful. Becky had baked it not long before she and Mark had gone to retrieve Nanu, so it was still quite fresh. She brought everything to the table and sat Nanu down before sitting herself. "Apples, pears, blackberries, celery, scallions, cherry tomatoes, bread I made myself, with butter and my own peanut butter," Becky said, pointing to everything in turn. "I think you'll like it." Nanu made a wry face when she looked at the peanut butter. "What is that, Mistress? I would be rude if I said what it looked like." Becky snickered, remembering that the Romans had no damn idea what a peanut was. "It is a paste made of a ground up nut. You have eaten almonds?" The Egyptian girl nodded, still looking at the brown goop suspiciously. "This is like almonds, but I have ground them up and made a paste out of them. Try a bit on your spoon." Nanu trusted her mistress enough to dip her spoon in the goop that looked like warm shit, and licked it with her tongue apprehensively. She smacked her lips as she tasted the peanut butter, her eyes darting back and forth. Then she blinked and dunked her spoon into the condiment, scooping up a huge glob and shoving it in her mouth eagerly. "Leave some for me, you brat!" Becky laughed. "You spread it on your bread, although you can also put it on some of your fruits and vegetables, like the apples or celery. Let me show you." She demonstrated spreading the peanut butter on her piece of bread, and Nanu followed suit. Nanu devoured the bread covered in peanut butter quickly, then began experimenting with putting the substance on the other foods on her plate. Some were a miss, but she seemed delighted with the peanut butter on the apples and celery, as her mistress had suggested. "Mistress, I cannot wait to lick this off of you;” the Egyptian girl breathed. "This is as good as licking honey off a cunt." "All in due course, my dear," Becky assured her. "For now, just eat." "How will I eat, Mistress?" Nanu asked as she shoveled apple and peanut butter down her gullet. "You said that you must work, you are to be gone for long parts of some days. How will I feed myself if I cannot work the food makers?" "I will start teaching you," the blonde said, smiling. "But until then, I will make food for you and leave it in the cold box and you can eat it when you get hungry. It might be cold food, but you will like it, I promise. And maybe I can show you how to prepare some things that don't require the heat makers." "I would like to learn, Mistress," Nanu said, pausing eating long enough to indicate she was serious. "I want to thrive in my new world, and to do that, I must be able to feed myself. You said you teach young minds?" Becky nodded. "Young men and women, from the ages of thirteen to eighteen. I teach them sciences." "Why are girls taught, Mistress?" Nanu asked. "If they just need to be able to read before they marry and have children, why would they learn anything else? Especially a science?" Becky almost laughed. "In this day and age, Nanu, education is the right of everyone, man or woman, girl or boy. Women, as it turns out, are every bit as capable as men when it comes to academia. That's why I'm a teacher, after all." "I just thought you were smarter than everyone else and exceptional," Nanu grunted, going back to her food. "You are certainly smarter than M-ark." "You'll get no argument from me, darling," giggled the older girl, drinking some milk. "Mark is currently failing my science class." "Do you beat him?" queried Nanu. "In my time, negligent boys are held down and whipped with a leather strap if they are failing in their studies." "No, we don't beat our students, tempting as that sounds," Becky said, picturing herself beating Mark's ass for yet another D grade in her class. "But when I work, which is generally five days a week, I leave in the morning and am back in the mid-afternoon. Between eight and nine hours." "That is a long time for me to be alone, Mistress, but I will manage," Nanu sighed. "If you show me how to do things and keep myself amused, I will be fine. Maybe I can teach myself about your world." "I absolutely believe that about you, Nanu, you are a very smart young woman," Becky said, nodding and smiling. "You may have just been a dancing slave in your old life, but I'll bet you could be anything you want here in my world, if you are diligent and work hard." Nanu's eyes widened. "You mean I could become a mighty and feared queen who conquers her enemies? I will work so very hard, Mistress!" "Let's just make sure you can conquer to the TV remote first," Becky laughed as she began to clear off the table, leaving the peanut butter for Nanu. It had been a long time since she'd had it licked off her tits or her cunt, after all. They spent a good deal of the afternoon in the bathtub, where Nanu was resting back against her mistress, humming in contentment as she luxuriated in the hot, scented water. Becky was fond of adding oils to her bath, making her skin smooth, and she loved how it made her smell, even after a vigorous workout at her Krav-Maga class. "Hmm, this feels so nice, Mistress," the Egyptian girl murmured, snuggling back against Becky, her eyes closed. "Even warmer than the baths of Trajan, and much warmer than my master kept his." "I like it," Becky said agreeably, scooping up water in her hands and pouring it down over Nanu's tits and down her torso. She caressed the smooth, tan skin gently, making Nanu sigh in pleasure. They'd fucked again before the bath, making each other cum at least twice. Nanu had indeed licked peanut butter off Becky's cunt, and out of it. The brat in her came out and she managed to smear it all over Becky's front before the blonde could stop her, resulting in Nanu having to lick it all off, apparently. A terrible dilemma for them both. Once they'd showered, Becky drew a bath, and this was where they found themselves now, relaxing and winding down the day. "And you can't take me with you to your work?" Nanu asked, her head nuzzled back between the twin pillows of Becky's tits. "It's not a good idea right now, my love," the teacher answered, stroking her lover. "It's hard to explain, but Mark is there, and he can't see you right now." "I thought you said we couldn't see Mark for three whole months?" Nanu asked, making a wry face. "But you see him at your school every day?" Becky considered how to explain. "You now understand that Mark and I travel through time, right?" Nanu nodded. "I don't understand at all how you do it, but I have seen it for myself, so yes." "Well; imagine if I took you to see your family, but before you were even born. Like, if your parents were so young that they haven't even met yet. You might know who they are, but they would have no idea who you were, because you weren't born yet." Nanu squeezed her eyes shut, thinking very hard, but it was a losing battle. "Keep going, Mistress." "The Mark you would see in my school doesn't know about time travel yet, or you. He isn't my lover yet. He won't be until three months from now. The Mark you know and love is from three months ahead of us, darling. So; you meeting the Mark who exists at the same time we do is a bad idea." Nanu shook her head. "I don't understand how meeting this Mark could be bad when meeting the Mark of tomorrow isn't. But I guess I must just take your word for it; again." "Probably for the best, Nanu," Becky giggled. "Don't worry, I don't like it either." "Three months without cock, Mistress," the younger girl almost groused. "How do you survive it?" "Nanu, just because we can't see Mark doesn't mean we can't have sex with men," Becky pointed out. "Mark doesn't own us, we can fuck whomever we please, just as he can." "Just not your students," Nanu grunted. "Who else is there?" Becky shrugged. "There's quite a few teachers, but that's awkward to me. I don't want to fuck my co-workers." "There must be lots of people in this world to fuck, Mistress," Nanu insisted. "And yes, I love you, and your cunt, but three months without cock is long time for me. I could have it nightly if I wanted when I was a slave." Becky reflected on that conundrum. Before she'd begun time travelling with Mark, she'd actually been experiencing quite a drought when it came to getting laid. It had been more than a year since she'd gotten any, and that pent-up tension had a tendency to come out during her Krav-Maga lessons. She couldn't help but think that maybe, in a world so very many times larger than Nanu's, she'd made her own life difficult by being overly fussy. After all, she'd hardly shown any restraint at all once she'd gotten into the time stream, had she? In Renaissance France, she'd fucked the innkeeper's two daughters quite readily. She rarely been with a woman since her days at university. And at the Flavian villa in Nanu's Rome, she'd fucked several men and women at once, because she could. It was an orgy, after all. What the Hell was so hard about getting laid in her own time? "Nanu, I promise you, we will fuck men before we meet Mark again," she assured her charge. "Maybe I don't know who yet, but I'll make it happen." Nanu nodded drowsily, the warmth of the water in the tub getting to her. "Hmm, glad to hear it, Mistress. I do love a stiff cock in my cunt." "So do I, my love," Becky sighed, finding her own mind wandering because of the water and the sensation of Nanu's soft body against hers. She had to admit, she normally wasn't this relaxed, even after her yoga and meditation. Sometimes, there was just no substitute for getting lots of sex. "I don't want you to worry about me going to work and leaving you tomorrow. I will make sure you are fed and have things to do. We'll make all your food tonight so that it's ready for tomorrow." "Where can we get some cock, Mistress?" Nanu asked, seemingly becoming fixated. Not that Becky blamed her. The blonde closed her eyes and pondered that for a few moments. Where was she guaranteed to get Nanu and herself laid without big risk? Of course! Talk about surefire! She smiled down at her companion and hugged her close. "Nanu, I have an idea, and it will certainly result in cock for you. All the cock you want and very likely the biggest. But you'll need to bear with me first, okay? I have to teach you some things." Nanu looked back at her and nodded eagerly. "Yes, Mistress. I will learn so well if it means I get some cock!" I can't tell if she's more food-motivated or sex-motivated, Becky thought with a smirk. "Okay, then. It'll likely be later this week, so you need to be patient. But there's much to do before then." Becky reached out of the tub and picked up her cellphone, which Nanu looked at curiously. Becky pressed some small dots on the surface, which had a very lifelike picture of her Mistress on it. Becky could see Nanu's confusion and remembered that the girl had no idea what the Hell a button was. Where in ancient Rome would she have seen a button? She keyed in a number and then hit the speaker button, allowing Nanu to hear what was happening. She made a shush gesture with her finger, indicating that Nanu was to be quiet. The Egyptian girl nodded and watched intently. Nanu frowned as she heard a weird buzzing sound that was uncomfortable in her ears. Then it stopped and was replaced by a lyrical, wondrous voice. "Hello?" "Heya, Lady Prof," Becky said cheerfully. "It's Becky." What sounded like a gasp of delight emanated from the little box Becky held, and then the wonderful voice again. "Rebecca Nightingale Fischer! How are you, my dearest and most talented student?" "I'm good, thanks," Becky replied, feeling a delicious tingle at the sound of that voice. "If you and Lord High Eve

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Um encontro diário com a Palavra de Deus para iluminar sua vida, fortalecer sua fé e renovar a esperança no coração.

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Um encontro diário com a Palavra de Deus para iluminar sua vida, fortalecer sua fé e renovar a esperança no coração.

Um encontro diário com a Palavra de Deus para iluminar sua vida, fortalecer sua fé e renovar a esperança no coração.

Nell'autunno 2025 il filosofo e attivista brasiliano Rodrigo Nunes ha girato l'Italia presentando – in italiano – il suo libro Né verticale né orizzontale. Una teoria dell'organizzazione politica (traduzione di Enrico Gullo, Alegre, 2025). Libro e tour sono arrivati con tempismo perfetto, poco dopo le grandi mobilitazioni e gli scioperi generali contro il genocidio palestinese. Nunes è partito da Palermo il 20 ottobre e, risalendo la Penisola, ha toccato diverse città e importanti situazioni di movimento e lotta – come quella dell'Ex GKN a Firenze – per concludere il tour il 7 novembre ad Avigliana (TO), ospite del movimento No Tav valsusino. Wu Ming 1 ha affiancato Nunes in tre occasioni: a Ferrara il 29 ottobre (a cura della Comune di Ferrara), a Bologna il 4 novembre (ospiti dell'Ex Centrale di via Corticella) e, appunto, ad Avigliana. Quest'ultimo evento era nell'ambito di «Avere vent'anni è avere sogni grandi», la rassegna celebrante il ventennale della Battaglia del Seghino (31 ottobre 2005) e della riconquista popolare del presidio di Venaus (8 dicembre 2005). Per approfondimenti, si veda il libro di WM1 Un viaggio che non promettiamo breve (Einaud, 2016). Nella conversazione, durata più di due ore, si è parlato dei movimenti come ecologie; dei cicli di lotte del 2001-02, del 2011 e del 2019; di come dieci anni fa il pendolo delle lotte abbia oscillato tra orizzontalismo e verticalismo, con tentativi di costruire «partiti dei movimenti»; di come si possa avere leadership senza leaderismo, eccetera. Con tanti esempi e racconti, e una coda sulla pandemia. Tra le intervenute, la punkastorie femminista Filo Sottile. Buon ascolto.

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Um encontro diário com a Palavra de Deus para iluminar sua vida, fortalecer sua fé e renovar a esperança no coração.

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Um encontro diário com a Palavra de Deus para iluminar sua vida, fortalecer sua fé e renovar a esperança no coração.

Prepare-se para mais um episódio do Fala, Coruja!Neste episódio, Rafaela e Lizandro recebem as professoras Ariane Machado Lima e Fátima Nunes para uma conversa inspiradora sobre a área de Informática Aplicada à Saúde — um campo que conecta tecnologia, biologia, medicina e computação para transformar diagnósticos, tratamentos e pesquisas.Entre histórias pessoais, risadas e curiosidades, Ariane e Fátima compartilham suas trajetórias — que vão da biotecnologia à inteligência artificial, do câncer de mama ao autismo — mostrando como a tecnologia pode ser aliada direta da saúde e do bem-estar. Elas também falam sobre os desafios e encantos da pesquisa interdisciplinar, o papel da computação no avanço médico e as muitas possibilidades de carreira para quem quer unir ciência e impacto social.Se você tem curiosidade por biotecnologia, pensa em seguir na pesquisa ou quer entender como a computação pode literalmente salvar vidas, este episódio é para você.FICHA TÉCNICA:Instagram: @falacorujausp(https://www.instagram.com/falacorujausp/)Apresentação: Lizandro e Rafaela(https://www.instagram.com/lizandrorp/ e https://www.instagram.com/rafaelaoliveira7/)Convidados: Profªs Drªs Ariane Machado Lima e Fátima Nunes(https://www.instagram.com/ariane.machado.lima/ e https://www.instagram.com/fatimalsantosnunes/)Edição: João Victor e Mariana

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Información al día de EL COMERCIO, Platinum y Radio Quito este viernes 31 de octubre de 2025 Conmemoramos al escudo que más ha durado en la época republicana de Ecuador; Daniel Noboa anuncia que pedirá licencia para la Consulta Popular, con una aclaración; Gobierno incrementa pagos a Solca y clínicas dializadoras hasta octubre de 2025; Tiago Nunes piensa en el futuro tras eliminación de Liga de Quito en Libertadores; Habrá un operativo de seguridad por los conciertos de Shakira en Quito.Gracias por escuchar este podcast, un producto de Grupo EL COMERCIO

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Neste episódio, debatemos as eleições no SL Benfica, analisando os resultados da 1.ª volta e as projeções para a 2.ª. Falamos também dos encontros mais recentes da Taça da Liga e da Liga Portuguesa, com destaque para a 9.ª jornada do passado fim de semana e uma antevisão da 10.ª, que arranca já na próxima sexta-feira.No panorama internacional, destacamos a recuperação do Manchester United e o momento crítico que atravessa o Liverpool.Por fim, comentamos ainda a participação dos clubes portugueses na Champions League de futsal.Moderador: Guilherme LopesComentadores: João Almeida, Tomás Nunes, Rodrigo Carvalho

Um encontro diário com a Palavra de Deus para iluminar sua vida, fortalecer sua fé e renovar a esperança no coração.

Soli deo Glória - Pr. George Nunes by Igreja Missionária Evangélica Maranata do Recreio Para conhecer mais sobre a Maranata: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/imemaranata/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/imemaranataSite: https://www.igrejamaranata.com.br/Canal do youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCa1jcJx-DIDqu_gknjlWOrQDeus te abençoe

Thiago Mesquita Nunes - Diretor-presidente da ARSESP

Um encontro diário com a Palavra de Deus para iluminar sua vida, fortalecer sua fé e renovar a esperança no coração.

Thiago Mesquita Nunes - Diretor-presidente da ARSESP

Thiago Mesquita Nunes - Diretor-presidente da ARSESP

Tarik, Sharpie Charlie, and CrunkChocolate are back starting with a conversation of where does Nunes rank in the best RB's in the league, before talking Man City Men vs Aston, looking ahead to the two games this week, and ending with our Man City Women segment "Baby Blue Baddies"TOPICS:Cold Open questionAdmin/IntroAll Time Starting XI Black Man City players - Figure we can do a combined team instead of us all picking oneMan City Men Review: PL @ Aston VillaPreview and score predictions: Carabao Cup @ Swansea CityPreview and score predictions: PL vs BournemouthBaby Blue BaddiesPreview and score predictions: WSL vs West Ham United

En este episodio de Más Que Raras, charlamos con Perla Nunes, una destacada líder en divulgación comunitaria e investigación clínica bilingüe, originaria de Ecuador. Con más de 30 años de experiencia en instituciones como Hoffmann-LaRoche y el Duke University Clinical and Translational Science Institute, Perla ha trabajado en aumentar la representación de poblaciones diversas en la investigación clínica.   Actualmente, colabora como consultora con organizaciones de pacientes y farmacéuticas para promover la equidad en salud. Su enfoque en estrategias de divulgación y formación para promotores de salud comunitarios busca generar confianza y participación de comunidades subrepresentadas. Su compromiso y liderazgo son un ejemplo inspirador de cómo la ciencia y la comunidad pueden unirse para lograr un cambio duradero en la investigación clínica Show Notes: Subscribe: Mas Que Raras Podcast   Connect with BloodStream Media: BloodStreamMedia.com BloodStream on Facebook BloodStream on Twitter  

Na roda com Porchat, estão Ceará, Raquel Real e Jovane Nunes. Na plateia, Luiz Carlos relembra um vídeo que fez sua carreira de Papai Noel naufragar.

Welcome, Robin D. Nunes, a full-time artist. She is focused on a personal and playful approach to her art. Robin is currently represented by Four Corners Gallery, Norton Gallery and Framing, Attleboro Art Museum, Cotuit Center for the Arts, and Kettle Black Gallery in New Bedford Whaling National Historical Park. Her newest collection of work is on exhibit at the Four Corners Gallery in Tiverton, Rhode Island. Robin focuses on cityscapes, and her love for Nature has brought her to love en plein air painting. She says, "Whether I am painting seascapes or landscapes, using a palette knife adds a whimsical touch to my paintings." Robin spoke with The Artists Index co-founder, documentarian, and podcast host, Ron Fortier. They discussed her art, her artistic beginning and journey, and much more. This episode was recorded at our recording studio at Spectrum Marketing Group at Howland Place in New Bedford.   Robin Nunes Dartmouth, Massachusetts 02748     Email | Website | Facebook | Instagram | Linktree | Other   ALSO AVAILABLE ON: YouTube Please consider donating whatever you can to ensure that our mission continues as we document the legacies of South Coast Artists. If you would like to be a guest on The Artists Index or have a suggestion, please let us know!    

Neste episódio do Vivendo e Empreendendo, vamos falar de franquias — um modelo que, cada vez mais, atrai empreendedores em busca de expansão, segurança e resultados sustentáveis. Mas afinal, quando é a hora certa de apostar nesse formato? Como escolher o nicho ideal? E o que faz uma franquia realmente dar certo? Para conversar sobre isso, recebemos dois convidados com olhares complementares sobre o tema. Antônio Azmus é CEO das Franquias Novo Lar e uma das maiores referências do sistema de franquias imobiliário no país. Também aqui com a gente, Vitor Höher Nunes, sócio de estruturação na Frattini Consultores Associados, uma das principais consultorias de negócios do país, com 25 anos de trajetória em planejamento estratégico, reestruturação e expansão empresarial.

This highlights a major issue with gathering information from YouTube influencers — there's almost always a hidden agenda.In this case, the goal appears to be creating a problem (diet confusion) and selling the solution (a training app). Unfortunately, that's a common strategy in online fitness marketing.After reading the meta-analysis he references (Nunes et al., J Cachexia Sarcopenia Muscle, 2022) and cross-checking the claims in the video, here are several key clarifications missing from his interpretation.1. The research doesn't apply to trained athletes.The 74 studies in that meta-analysis mostly involved untrained or recreationally active adults, not athletes training 4–6 times a week like UMS clients.Most participants trained 2–3× per week for 8–12 weeks at ~60–75% of 1RM — beginner-level volume. None used progressive overload or periodized strength programs.So when the video claims “extra protein doesn't help,” it's true only for lightly active people. For serious lifters, research such as Morton et al. (2018) and Mazzulla et al. (2020) consistently supports 1.8–2.2 g/kg/day for optimal recovery and muscle protein synthesis.In short: these studies weren't done on people training like you.2. Most people under-eat protein — not overeat it.In 22 years of coaching—from general population to elite athletes—the biggest issue we see is too little protein.The average adult consumes around 0.8 g/kg/day, just enough to prevent muscle loss, not build new tissue. As training volume increases, so do protein needs for repair and immune function.The influencer mocks “high-protein diets,” but he's really criticizing extreme bodybuilder intakes (250–300 g/day), not the science-backed range most people fail to reach.3. He overlooks decades of research on muscle protein synthesis (MPS).Foundational work from Dr. Layne Norton, Dr. Louise Burke, Dr. Tony Boutagy, and Prof. Gary Slater shows that optimal MPS depends on:Age: Older adults experience anabolic resistance and need more protein per meal.Training load: Harder and more frequent training increases repair demands.Gut health: Poor gut integrity reduces amino acid absorption, raising needs further.Ignoring these variables grossly oversimplifies the science.4. The meta-analysis is misrepresented.The paper doesn't conclude that “protein doesn't matter.” It finds that increasing protein yields modest lean mass gains in untrained people on low-volume programs.It didn't test athletes eating 1.8–2.2 g/kg/day or training intensely. Also, all 74 studies used animal-based proteins, making the influencer's vegan example irrelevant.5. Cherry-picked “proof” and no sources.Many influencers mention “the research” but never cite it — a red flag.If you challenge accepted science, show your sources. Otherwise, it's just opinion — especially when promoting an app at the end of the video.When I reviewed the actual study, my conclusion was the opposite of his: adequate protein intake remains a key driver of muscle growth when combined with resistance training.6. He ignores the metabolic and physiological roles of protein.Protein isn't just about muscle. It's essential for:Metabolic flexibility — switching between carbs and fats for fuel.Hormone regulation and detoxification.Building enzymes, neurotransmitters, and immune cells.To downplay it is like saying oxygen is overrated.7. His “case study” proves the opposite.The example of Alex Leonidas doesn't show that low protein works — it shows that muscle loss is slow once built.Alex admits there's been “no change since switching to low protein,” which means he built his physique before reducing intake. Two and a half years isn't long enough to evaluate long-term performance or hormonal effects.8. Overeating protein can be unnecessary — but vilifying it is worse.We agree that extreme intakes (300 g+) are excessive. But demonizing protein or joking about digestion is misinformation.

Salmo 23 - Pr. Anselmo Nunes by Igreja Missionária Evangélica Maranata Para conhecer mais sobre a Maranata: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/imemaranata/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/imemaranataSite: https://www.igrejamaranata.com.br/Canal do youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCa1jcJx-DIDqu_gknjlWOrQDeus te abençoe

Como fazer pra ter paz nessa vida - Pr. George Nunes by Igreja Missionária Evangélica Maranata de Recreio Para conhecer mais sobre a Maranata: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/imemaranata/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/imemaranataSite: https://www.igrejamaranata.com.br/Canal do youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCa1jcJx-DIDqu_gknjlWOrQDeus te abençoe

Porchat convida para a roda Robson Nunes, André Rizek e Fani Pacheco. Na plateia, tudo por um tapete vermelho e um lobisomem que voa.

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Join your host, Owen Colwell, as he is joined by Rowan University Football Head Coach Pat Ruley, as well as junior offensive skill player Nunes Bukula IV. Rowan's Week 2 victory is brought up once again on the show, as well as updates from the bye week, a look ahead to Week 3 at Lycoming, and some insight into the season and career of Bukula. Tune in!

John Solomon welcomes back Devin Nunes, the chairman of the President's Intelligence Advisory Board and CEO of the Trump Media and Technology Group. He shares insights on the controversies surrounding James Comey and the FBI, addressing the fallout from the Russiagate scandal and the implications for trust in U.S. intelligence agencies. Nunes discusses the need for accountability and reform, emphasizing that existing laws should be enforced rather than creating new ones. Then, former CIA officer and congressional candidate Eric Conroy shares his insights on the recent tragedies affecting our youth. Conroy discusses the alarming role of social media, particularly TikTok, and the influx of harmful substances like fentanyl in shaping the minds of young Americans. He also addresses the rising crime rates in blue cities, attributing them to ineffective leadership and a lack of accountability. Finally, in this week's health update, Dr. Chad Walding, co-founder and chief culture officer at NativePath, explores the often-overlooked importance of movement in our daily lives. Discover how our sedentary lifestyles are impacting our health and learn practical tips to incorporate more movement into your routine. See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Trump Media and Technology Group CEO Devin Nunes discusses the company's latest venture. Discover how the company is making waves in the cryptocurrency space with its recent partnership with Crypto.com, launching a new utility token, and establishing a treasury to solidify its financial future. Nunes shares insights into the evolution of digital currencies, the implications of debanking, and the vision behind Truth Social's integration with cryptocurrency. Later, we confront the harrowing aftermath of a tragic shooting at a Catholic school in Minneapolis, where lives were lost and many were injured during a sacred gathering. Legal expert Amy Swearer and faith leader Shawn Carney delve into the complexities surrounding gun violence, mental health, and societal responses to such tragedies. Together, they explore the critical need for early intervention and a deeper understanding of the factors that contribute to these violent acts. Finally, John Hart, CEO of Open the Books, discusses the implications of Zoran Mamdani's affordability agenda in New York City. John shares insights on how government interventions historically lead to increased costs in sectors like healthcare and education. He critiques the notion of making services affordable through subsidies, arguing that it often results in higher expenses for taxpayers.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Watch The X22 Report On Video No videos found (function(w,d,s,i){w.ldAdInit=w.ldAdInit||[];w.ldAdInit.push({slot:17532056201798502,size:[0, 0],id:"ld-9437-3289"});if(!d.getElementById(i)){var j=d.createElement(s),p=d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0];j.async=true;j.src="https://cdn2.decide.dev/_js/ajs.js";j.id=i;p.parentNode.insertBefore(j,p);}})(window,document,"script","ld-ajs");pt> Click On Picture To See Larger PictureGermany's economy has taken a downturn, the people will soon learn that the green new scam has destroyed their country.Canada folds on tariffs, Trump holds all the cards. The Fed is trapped, Trump will fire Lisa Cook and have leverage, if the Fed lower rates Trump will be right, if the keep rates steady Trump is right they are destroying the economy. The [DS] projected their crimes on Trump, they set the precedents and now Trump is using everything they did to him and the people around him against them. Bolton raid is just the beginning. Nunes explains that the heads of each agency is working around the [DS] operators. These operators are trying to inject manipulated intelligence to throw Trump in a different direction. This is not work, big fail.   Economy Germany's Sharp Economic Downturn Sparks Urgent Calls for Regulatory Reform   Germany's economy is facing significant challenges, with bankruptcy filings reaching a 10-year high in July. District courts recorded 4,007 bankruptcies, marking a 19.2 percent increase from the previous year, according to the Federal Statistical Office. Unemployment has also risen sharply, approaching levels not seen in a decade. The number of unemployed stands at 2.98 million, up 170,000 from last year, with 125,000 layoffs announced since July 1, as reported by the Initiative Neue Soziale Marktwirtschaft. Source: thegatewaypundit.com European Postal Services Suspend Shipment of Packages to US over Tariffs  Multiple postal services around Europe announced Saturday that they are suspending the shipment of many packages to the United States amid a lack of clarity over new import duties. Postal services in Germany, Denmark, Sweden and Italy said they will stop shipping most merchandise to the U.S. effective immediately. France and Austria will follow Monday, and the United Kingdom Tuesday. Under a decree signed by President Donald Trump last month, international goods that were previously exempt from U.S. tariffs – those valued under $800 – will be subject to import duties from Aug. 29. Letters, books, gifts and small parcels worth less than $100 will continue to be exempt. A trade framework agreed by the U.S. and the European Union last month set a 15% tariff on the vast majority of products shipped from the EU. Many European postal services say they are pausing deliveries now because they cannot guarantee the goods will enter the U.S. before Aug. 29. They cite ambiguity about what kind of goods are covered by the new rules, and the lack of time to process their implications. Shipping by services such as DHL Express remains possible, it added   Source: breitbart.com https://twitter.com/RebelNewsOnline/status/1958928243794616770     Complete and utter capitulation by Canada. No digital services taxes. No countervailing duty tariffs. No reciprocity tariffs on Steel and Aluminum. No retaliatory tariffs (reciprocal/baseline). Meanwhile, the USA keeps 50% tariffs on steel and aluminum against Canada, and Canada only gets 25% tariffs against U.S. steel/aluminum.   Canada has pledged to continue gaslighting their citizens, while wasting time, effort and resources on a hope to retain the USMCA, while refusing to admit to themselves that President Trump intends to dissolve it. WATCH: (function(w,d,s,i){w.ldAdInit=w.ldAdInit||[];w.ldAdInit.push({slot:18510697282300316,size:[0, 0],id:"ld-8599-9832"});if(!d.getElementById(i)){var j=d.createElement(s),p=d.

In this episode, we engage in a compelling discussion with Congressman Devin Nunes, who shares insights on the ongoing challenges facing the intelligence community and media integrity. Nunes, a key figure in the Trump administration, discusses the implications of media bias and the importance of free speech, while also addressing the need for reforms within intelligence agencies. Assistant Attorney General for Civil Rights at the US Department of Justice Harmeet Dhillon discusses the recent decision by the Department of Justice to dismantle diversity, equity, and inclusion (DEI) policies in government hiring practices. Finally, it's AMAC Wednesday, and AMAC National Spokesman Bobby Charles joins for his weekly segment. See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

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Former Congressman Devin Nunes, chairman of the President's Intelligence Advisory Board and CEO of the Trump Media and Technology Group, delves into the long-standing investigation into Russia collusion, discussing the implications for key political figures, including Barack Obama, and the fallout from the intelligence community's actions. Nunes shares insights from his report and highlights the challenges of holding accountable those who politicized intelligence. Award-winning journalist Lara Logan joins to discuss the urgent situation of Afghan interpreters and soldiers who served alongside US forces, as President Trump's administration takes steps to protect these allies from Taliban retribution. Dr. Jonathan Greenberg, a biomedical engineer and sleep expert, shares insights on how quality sleep impacts our health and well-being. Discover the connection between snoring, REM sleep, and weight gain, along with innovative solutions to improve sleep quality, including the revolutionary Zyppah mouthpiece. See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.