Bologna Italy. I had 2 uncles who would go there every yr. One was a “cardboard” salesman. 
Can’t remember the others job. There are streets with the Italian version of my last name over there. We even have a division of Ferrari or Lamborghini tractor manufacturing. Can’t remember which.
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This is surprising for me, from the way you were talking about him I thought he was from the south.
However, Bologna is a beautiful town with the oldest university in the world, and its region is now known as the ‘land of motors’.
My mom was born not far away, and next saturday we will prepare a traditional dish. For you too, if you like 
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Good morning, LAGL!
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Was about to ask for you number till I read the next part.
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Good morning all. This afternoon my granddaughters dog starts her advanced dog training as the next step to being her service dog. She has done great in each step. Taking to the training really well.
We are laying the groundwork for her service animal training. Having started to train her. In some of things she will need to do. Such as laying quietly near my granddaughter in a doctor’s office. Walking through a store and staying/walking near my granddaughter.
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No sir, well I don’t wanna be the blame, not anymore
It’s your turn, so take a seat we’re settling the final score
And why do we like to hurt so much?
I can’t decide
You have made it harder just to go on
And why, all the possibilities, well I was wrong
That’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa
That’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating
And that’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa
I wonder, how am I supposed to feel when you’re not here
'Cause I burned every bridge I ever built when you were here
I still try, holding onto silly things, I never learn
Oh why, all the possibilities I’m sure you’ve heard
That’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa
That’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating (beating)
And that’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa
Pain make your way to me, to me
And I’ll always be just so inviting
If I ever start to think straight
This heart will start a riot in me
Let’s start, start, hey!
Why do we like to hurt so much?
Oh why do we like to hurt so much?
That’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa!
That’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa
That’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa
Now I can’t trust myself with anything but this
And that’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa
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2 more hours until I’m allowed to give likes again. That’s Sydney, Australia by the way!
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Indeed . Zaera’s friend is currently in Sydney. Now, Zaera believes that this is where the elusive Frostpackers stash their ISK which is rightfully hers as everything that is his is mine.
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Maybe Mr. Frospacker will appear and enlighten us about the differences, comparison and contrast between Melbourne and Sydney?
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Zaera’s friend lives in NSW Australia, very handsome, charming , looks like James Bond and sounds like him.
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Time to go to sleep… night night lovelies!
Also: this one is kind of unusual…
Photograph: Arnold Schwarzenegger in 1976, taking ballet lessons with Marianne Claire to help improve the grace and elegance of his body building poses, his form and his mobility.
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Shocking - he is trying to grab her bum
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It’s also shocking how his arm is larger than her thigh…
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If we forget that he is trying to grab her bum, the student looks better than the teacher.
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Could be bowling lessons!
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I wish I could make it! I have a cousin who visits now in his old age. Spending his kid’s inheritance. 
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You sound like my wife… 
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