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MCT//143’s
$ 290000
MCT//143®’s la tecnología innovadora fue formulada por
la Dra. Mary Newport como un poderoso combustible
alternativo para el cerebro. El MCT//143® permite que las
cetonas crucen la barrera hematoencefálica de manera
eficiente, proporcionando energía instantánea al cerebro
y apoyando la función cognitiva. Además del poder de
estimulación cerebral, el MCT//143® es naturalmente
termogénico, lo que aumenta la velocidad a la que se
quema la grasa.
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Anónimo –
my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my talents.
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Anónimo –
my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my talents.
Anónimo –
I feel that I never was a greater artist than now. When, while the lovely valley teems with vapour around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams steal into the inner sanctuary.