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9 De Julio De Rafaela
... Club Atlético 9 de Julio (mostly times referred as 9 de Julio de Rafaela) is an Argentine football club from the city of Rafaela in Santa Fe Province ...
Nostradamus - Biography - Marriage and Healing Work
... further outbreaks of disease on his own in Salon-de-Provence and in the regional capital, Aix-en-Provence ... Finally, in 1547, he settled in Salon-de-Provence in the house which exists today, where he married a rich widow named Anne Ponsarde, with whom he had six children—three daughters and three sons ... in a huge canal project organized by Adam de Craponne to irrigate largely waterless Salon-de-Provence and the nearby Désert de la Crau from the river Durance ...
Francesco Algarotti
... most of the leading authors of his times Voltaire, Jean-Baptiste de Boyer, Marquis d'Argens, Pierre-Louis de Maupertuis and the atheïst Julien Offray de La Mettrie ...
San José Canton - Districts
84°04′58″W / 9.93639°N 84.08278°W / 9.93639 -84.08278 (Merced) Barrios Bajos de la Unión, Claret, Cocacola, Iglesias Flores, Mantica, México, Paso de la Vaca ...
9 De Julio De Rafaela - 2007 Match Agreement Scandal
... At the end of the Clausura 2007 tournament, 9 de Julio was kicked out from the quarter finals of the promotion playoff and replaced by Juventud Antoniana ... This came about because 9 de Julio was found guilty of having agreed to play a 1-1 tie with Central Norte, the other team from Salta, Argentina this result was what both teams needed in order. 9 de Julio was losing 0-1 and were awarded a penalty kick by the referee Juan Dardanelli in extra time ...

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