Main

processing priority

4

site type

3 (personal blog or private political site, e.g. Blogspot, Substack, also small blogs on own domains)

review version

11

html import

20 (imported)

Events

first seen date

2024-12-31 21:17:11

expired found date

-

created at

2024-12-31 21:17:11

updated at

2026-02-20 04:16:28

Domain name statistics

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26

crc

14128

tld

2211

nm parts

0

nm random digits

0

nm rare letters

0

Connections

is subdomain of id

13642151 (wordpress.com)

previous id

0

replaced with id

0

related id

-

dns primary id

0

dns alternative id

0

lifecycle status

0 (unclassified, or currently active)

Subdomains and pages

deleted subdomains

0

page imported products

0

page imported random

0

page imported parking

0

Error counters

count skipped due to recent timeouts on the same server IP

0

count content received but rejected due to 11-799

0

count dns errors

0

count cert errors

0

count timeouts

0

count http 429

0

count http 404

0

count http 403

0

count http 5xx

0

next operation date

-

Server

server bits

server ip

-

Mainpage statistics

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20

mp rejected date

-

mp saved date

-

mp size orig

137522

mp size raw text

17161

mp inner links count

23

mp inner links status

20 (imported)

Open Graph

title

Ferito a morte

description

Si gira sempre intorno alle stesse cose, vita elicoidaile, vita elicoitale

image

site name

Ferito a morte

author

updated

2026-02-16 01:27:20

raw text

Ferito a morte | Si gira sempre intorno alle stesse cose, vita elicoidaile, vita elicoitale Ferito a morte – Si gira sempre intorno alle stesse cose, vita elicoidaile, vita elicoitale Search Widget Ricerca Ferito a morte Si gira sempre intorno alle stesse cose, vita elicoidaile, vita elicoitale Menu Vai al contenuto Stati d’animo La Grande Occasione Mancata La Scena 11 quasi-racconti brevi che sarebbero venuti meglio se… , Finzioni 8 – L’uccello (o dell’impossibilità dello scrivere) giugno 5, 2020 sparklezullo bambino , Hitchcock , scrivere , treno , uccello 3 commenti Oggi mi è stato detto di continuare a scrivere. Non è servito a nulla che io dicessi non ci riesco. «Non so nemmeno se mi fa del bene. O se ne ho bisogno». «Non importa. Continua». Più tardi tornavo verso casa, passando per la solita via. L’odore guasto dei cassonetti dei rifiuti, i marciapiedi bagnati per il temporale del pomeriggio. In terra c’era un uccellino con un’ala spezzat...

Text analysis

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31 (document.location)

block type

0 (no issues)

detected language

4 (Italian)

category id

Muzyka (82)

index version

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spam phrases

0

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text nonlatin

0

text cyrillic

0

text characters

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text words

2741

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1046

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text matched dictionaries

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RSS

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36730

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rss spam phrases

0

rss detected language

4 (Italian)

inbefore feed id

-

inbefore status

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Sitemap

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40 (completed successful import of reports.txt file to table in_pages)

sitemap review version

2

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87

sitemap urls adult

0

sitemap filtered products

0

sitemap filtered videos

0

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2024-12-31 21:17:11

sitemap process date

2025-03-25 09:44:22

sitemap first import date

-

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2025-08-05 05:36:36