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@balancogeral: Amanda parecia uma garota inocente e desprotegida. Dizia ter 12 anos de idade e que tinha sido diagnosticada com transtorno do espectro autista. Era tudo mentira. A polícia descobriu que Amanda é uma mulher de 37 anos que aplicava golpes em famílias para conseguir abrigo. Ela já inventou a mesma história em São Paulo, Rio de Janeiro, Minas Gerais, Rio Grande do Sul e Goiás. 👉 Assista à reportagem completa do #BalançoGeralSP em R7.com/balancogeral

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kauzinha56
kauzinha :
tenho 38 tbm quero ser adotada. eu sou boazinha🥰 só tô cansada de pagar boletos e ter responsabilidades.
2026-06-03 22:38:43
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Michele Silva :
eu aqui querendo ser adotada e ninguém quer me adota kkkkk
2026-06-03 21:51:17
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2026-06-03 16:59:50
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tia Jack 🔥 :
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hizz803
HIzz :
cara eu estou muito preocupada em uem acreditou
2026-06-04 10:27:17
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cesarmaike
CRIMES E MISTÉRIOS :
Ta, mas pq estão censurando o rosto da criatura??? Se ela é adulta e de fato cometeu o crime não tem pq disso.
2026-06-04 12:13:12
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EllinhaAD :
Pessoal eu entro nos comentários pra ver comentários kkkk parem de mandar figurinhas por favorzinho. Minha alegria é comentário kkkk
2026-06-03 21:18:24
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Marco Santos, Rio das Ostras :
É o filme A ÓRFÃ? Desculpem, é que eu não acompanho muito.
2026-06-04 02:09:22
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IvanyMds 🇧🇷 live in 🇸🇦 :
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Claudya felix :
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