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Sinolardoglyphus is a genus of mites in the family Acaridae.
Branişte may refer to:
- Branişte, a village in Daneți Commune, Dolj County, Romania
- Branişte, a village in Filiaşi Town, Dolj County, Romania
- Branişte, a village in Podari Commune, Dolj County, Romania
- Branişte, Rîşcani, a commune in Rîşcani district, Moldova
Khalij is an Arabic word meaning a " gulf" and may refer to:
- the Persian Gulf, located between Iran and the Arabian Peninsula
- the Khalij el-Arab or Arab's Gulf, a large bay to the west of Alexandria in Egypt
- the Khalīj 'Adan or Gulf of Aden, a gulf between Yemen and Somalia
- the Khalij Qabis or Gulf of Gabès, a gulf on the eastern coast of Tunisia
Geo-blocking or geoblocking is a form of Internet censorship where access to content is restricted based upon the user's geographical location. In a geo-blocking scheme, the user's location is calculated using geolocation techniques, such as checking the user's IP address against a blacklist or whitelist; the result of this check is used to determine whether the system will approve or deny access to the content. The term is most commonly associated with its use to restrict access to premium multimedia content on the internet, such as films and television shows, primarily for copyright and licensing reasons. There are other uses for geoblocking, such as blocking malicious traffic or to enforce price discrimination, location-aware authentication, fraud prevention, and online gambling (where gambling laws vary by region).
WCHC (88.1 FM) is the student-run radio station of College of the Holy Cross in Worcester, MA, its city of license and broadcasts at a frequency of 88.1 MHz.
WCHC's official slogan is: "Worcester's Only Alternative Source"
The station is operated by mainly student DJs who play a wide variety of music, from rock to classical and modern, including talk shows about sports, politics, and modern events.
Usage examples of "wchc".
Pikes were flying through the air, and though the ballista and their own good swords were keeping the enemy at a respectful distance, there was none among them who believed that they could for long withstand the superior numbers and the bettor equipment of their adversaries.
Black waiters in white serving jackets move through the crowd with trays of drinks, while the experts ponder their racing forms and the hunch bettors pick lucky numbers or scan the lineup for right-sounding names.
We pressed on through the crowd, through many gates, past the paddock where the jockeys bring the horses out and parade around for a while before each race so the bettors can get a good look.
It is hard to stay calm and casual in a crowd of potential bettors when you feel absolutely certain of winning any bet you can make.
Up front, the off-duty bettors were crowded around the screen, waiting to see the foursome hit their tee shots.
Usually, the high bettors would stand right at the track, so they would park their carriages farther away, leaving the circle around the track for those people who preferred to watch with their ladies from the comfort of their vehicles.
They moved up and down the stands almost like peanut vendors in the States, calling out the constantly changing odds, throwing some kind of ball to prospective bettors, who put their money in a slot in the ball and took out the chit with the current line.
The moans and mutters of losing bettors overwhelmed the shouts of winners.
Then, for no apparent reason, the heavy bettors put their money on odds-on bets.
Nor did Whitey Sorkin: a lot of his bettors were old and steady customers, and lines of credit went with the territory.
It is hard to stay calm and casual in a crowd of potential bettors when you feel absolutely certain of winning any bet you can make.
Nor did Whitey Sorkin: a lot of his bettors were old and steady customers, and lines of credit went with the territory.
Apparently the deal was that one of the bettors that bet with Sorkin through Fackelmann was a guy Gately and Fackelmann know only as Eighties Bill, an impeccably groomed guy that wore red suspenders under snazzy Zegna-brand menswear and tortoiseshell specs and Docksiders, an old-fashioned corporate take-overer and asset-plunderer, maybe fifty, with an Exchange Place office and a souvenir FREE MILKEN bumper sticker on his Beamer it was a night of many highballs and much papoosing, and Gately had to keep flicking the top of P.
It had seemed to Gately after he found out about it a suicidal-type risk, since if any of these long-shots ever actually won Fackelmann would be responsible for giving the bettor his winnings from 'Whitey' meaning it would be Sorkin that would hear the complaint if Fackelmann didn't come up with the $ on his own and get it to the bettor and the whole crew's pharmacological expenses meant they always existed on the absolutest margins of liquidity, at least that's what Gately and Kite (according to Kite) had always thought.
One was to Mickey, handing him a convoluted epic on how a bettor skimmed an unnamed runner who was screwing the bettor’s sister and couldn’t turn him in, but finally made him cough up the six grand he’d welched--the exact amount Audrey had grifted off the Mick.