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Bogart
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bogart
You can't stop people from thinking but you can start them.
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Burnin' and lootin'
My Best 10 Albums of 2017
6 years ago
Fast Times At Nowhere High
11 years ago
El blog de arena
La Paz
13 years ago
Lady V
Double whammy
13 years ago
Mature recklessness
Book plans
13 years ago
sxg
2011
13 years ago
Le Duc
All change! Again.
14 years ago
r-esistere*
Poema Escrito con El Torso Desnudo - CARLOS EDMUNDO DE ORY
15 years ago
Thoughts and Musings of a Full Tummy-ed Person
diavalu nella torre
Posing In All the Right Places
B. Flash
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Seduce my mind and you can have my body.Find my so...
Snakes on the Plane..
The end of another chapter.
And to remain in theme: the real Alias
MI6 building in front of the MI5's, domestic vs fo...
The oldest building in town with a latin inscript...
And the duck tour
some pictys from the now far away weekend in Tuscany
It was a long time I didn't enjoy a book so much
Rupert Thompson : Divided Kingdom
In the spur of the moment. 12.40
Sicily
Paris Hilton's pet goat to be buried next to Maril...
And unmissable Eurico.. thank you
I'm a bit behind with the blogging
You'r looking very Shane today
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Aug 20, 2006
The oldest building in town with a latin inscription all round to protect it from evil..
Or another fire, London has a history of them.
This is why phone boxes, post boxes and buses are red: the city of blood and fire.
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