Happy year of 2018 to everybody
                                                 My name is Lori Rolinski ...I am the one who owns EmmeAnesBook
        I traveled around the world for 8 years writing my original website named EmmeAnesBook.
      I of course do hope you love my website. Ciao and Peace and Love. For information on my original script that I wrote in the summer of 2016 traveling America, named "the life of albert" please see the Persons of Interest page. Ps we need albert thurn und taxis as the character Albert and opposite actress and supporting actors, too.

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 Albert Thurn und Taxis
the 12th Prince of Regensburg, the European Post Master General and a cool race car driver. If you see him please say hi. He is very nice.
He lives in Rome Italy totally lovely.
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 I am Lori Rolinski  of EmmeAnesBook.            
          O My email is lori_ataxis@aol.com                                                         https://www.facebook.com/lori.anesmith.106
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I am at Rome Italy 13 days trying to produce my script...if any producers, and directors, and actors would love to come to Rome italy and chat please hurry and we can introduce you to Albert TNT who I would love to have as my major actor. Ciao and Peace and Love from Rome.
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My name is Lori Rolinski, My mothersAnita who lives in Illinois, is 78 years old. She comes from a important aristocratic Italian family of Modena Italy, where Luciano Pavorotti lived, the Vignali family who married with the Giannelli family of Tuscany,  and my cousin is Pietro Vignali, the past mayor of Parma Italy. (Modena home of Balsamic Vinegar, Lamborghini, Maserati, Bugati) cool cars! My sisters live in and near Chicago Illinois, my relatives scattered in Virginia and Florida. If you would love to read a funny 1500 Vignali manuscript it is featured in the New Yorker!
https://www.newyorker.com/.../12/08/the-anatomy-lesson-2      You receive what you put into life and I hope you receive tons of great funny guests that are curious about life and culture when they come visit the people highlighted on EmmeAnesBook and I hope we find producers for my $25,000,000.00 script to allow the rightful people to receive the rightful karma!     
     I own and am the Principle Aritistic Producing Director of EQUITY    PHILADELPHIA THEATER OF CLASSICAL WORKS;  I am Equity and Aftra Union Actress, having studied at the Londona Academy, I have directed at my New York Theater company, Love Creek, the Cornell University Professor´s play, at Samuel Beckett Theater 42nd street, acted under Love Creek, Equity company, Harold Clurman Theater, Lead in Shakespeare´s Tempest Julia Olm director, New Jersey in the Park, Arkadina in Princeton University The Sea Gull, 9 independant films all leads and one "Pure" won at the Sundance Festival in Philadelphia, The first and only Theater Director for the entire catholic school St. Rose of Lima, having been granted the right to direct and produce Midsummer Night´s Dream of Canadian Writer Lois Burdett.
Directed and wrote the outreach play,. "conversations with my kids" with the Princeton Regional High School, the Hun School, The Lawrenceville, Hopewell Valley and performed at Princeton University Jr. Class Conference. 
    I hope to find producers to make my first Major motion picture from my script, "the life of Albert" although "My Librarian" is my first documentary that I made.   "the life of albert" is a Script producers please only talk with Lori Rolinski as I am the writer and the one who owns the script "the life of albert" about the World Bank, the Country of Colombia, the Ecopetrol Oil Company and two funny people with their friends who try to do a Heist on Colombia, SA. I am very happy that everybody has loved the website EmmeAnesBook the last 8 years and hope everybody loves which is totally a cultural promotion of real entreprenuers around the world and the life they live plus my script that I wrote and am hoping to produce named 
     "The Life of Albert..."which is totally a script of love and peace and of people coming full circle, receiving the karma that they deserve. 
     The script is about a great legacy and intrigue and mystery of the aristocracy world, the finacial World of a Bank such as The World Bank, the Country of Colombia during the early 1989 and 1990s where the FARC kidnappings and cocaine were rampant, the Ecopetrol Oil Company and investments made. Yes, I would love Prince Al to star in it and produce it, however, the script is fictional and it isn´t autobiographical, the name "the life of Albert" is only a name. It took me 10 trips of 52 hours each from Washington DC to Los Angelos California on Amtrak where they had no wifi and I decided to write a script during my year of 2016 in America doing EmmeAnesBook. My father had died in 2014 while I was away at Europe doing EmmeAnesBook and the gift he had given me when I was starting the project in 2010 is a trip on Amtrak from Chicago to Los Angelos. It was my first trip long on Amtrak and I loved it. I always remember for him that was a big gift to give. 
     I decided to write the script to pursuing your dreams as my father did, he sacrificied his life for his children as my mother did. My father graduated in 2 years with a Master´s in Mathematics at the Illinois State University, he was the Father of two class Basketball in the State of Illinois, the first President of the Illinois Basketball Coaches Association, the organizer of the 5 state, Wisconsin, Iowa, Ohio, Illinois, Indiana All Star games where scouts from all the Pros came to choose their players, I actually performed with the Harlem Globetrotters on Center Stage Court during the All Star Games at the age of 5, since they were good friends of my father, especially the famous Curly, and Bobby Knight , the infamous Indiana University Coach, came every year to work at my father´s basketball camps. At his funeral there were 5,000 people, students, alumni, basketball players, coaches. 
      While the big colleges constantly tried to recruit my father, he wanted a normal small town life for his children, no drugs, no violence in the streets, etc. I literally did not know what cocaine was til I went to college. Literally. 

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In 1525, Antonio Vignali, a young Sienese nobleman, founded a lofty-minded humanist society that he called, with boyish irreverence, the Academy of the Stunned (Accademia degli Intronati). The commandments of its motto—“Pray, Study, Rejoice, Harm No One, Believe No One”—were honored selectively. The Intronati were an élite cenacle of scholars who shared a devotion to vernacular literature; passionate republicanism tempered by contempt for the common man; flamboyant misogyny qualified by awe for women’s supposedly insatiable sexual appetites; hatred of clerical hypocrisy; youthful Weltschmerz; and a fervor for sodomy that, at least in Vignali’s case, bordered on the evangelical. The academy convened on Sundays, behind closed doors, to discuss philosophy, music, law, poetry, and language, and to critique its members’ work. It appears that quite a bit of member exercise took place also, as is the case at all frat parties, however exalted. The Intronati made a specialty of scandalous theatrical productions (one of their several affinities with the fin-de-siècle Decadents who orbited Oscar Wilde and the coteries that formed around d’Annunzio, Artaud, and Cocteau). Nevertheless, or perhaps therefore, they acquired an illustrious reputation that they still enjoy. Their most famous collaborative effort was “Gl’Ingannati” (“The Deceived”), a comedy with a cross-dressing heroine that influenced Shakespeare’s “Twelfth Night.”

Sometime between 1525 and 1527, Vignali wrote a radically obscene satire on politics and sex that he called “La Cazzaria.” The sixteenth century was a golden age of the outré, particularly in France and Italy, and this slight opus, the length of a novella, took the form of a mock-Platonic, mock-scholastic dialogue narrated mostly by disembodied genitals. The manuscript was intended for private circulation among like-minded freethinkers, but someone—friend or foe, it isn’t clear—pirated a copy and had it printed without the author’s consent, crippling Vignali with a notoriety that he didn’t outlive. He went into exile a few years later and published nothing else in his lifetime.

Centuries passed, and “La Cazzaria” was more or less forgotten, though a few copies were conserved in the dirty-book archives of various august institutions and in the collections of libertine bibliophiles. One was unearthed about ten years ago in a Spanish house that was being demolished. Two sixteenth-century editions found their way to the Enfer at the Bibliothèque Nationale in Paris—a restricted room legendary among French schoolboys (and the object, in fantasy, of more midnight break-ins than the vault at Fort Knox). Another copy settled into the bowels of the Vatican, and a nineteenth-century French translation was bequeathed to the British Library. There, in the early nineteen-nineties, Vignali’s work was discovered by a graduate student at Columbia—Ian Frederick Moulton—who was doing research on Renaissance erotica. Even at the end of the twentieth century, credentialled readers who had wangled entrée to the “Private Case” (a collection of pornography donated by the Victorian erotomane Henry Spencer Ashbee, the author of “My Secret Life”) were, Moulton notes, obliged to consult its contents at a special desk close to the librarians, presumably with both hands in view. Moulton has translated “La Cazzaria” into English for the first time, as “The Book of the Prick” (Routledge; $18.95). His exemplary introduction is nearly as long as the text itself and twice as worthwhile. It provides the historical perspective and intellectual sobriety missing from what Moulton tactfully describes as a “learned, but childish,” fable that is, even by the most liberal modern standards, a complete gross-out—though probably not to anyone who has tuned in to Howard Stern.

Cazzo is the vulgar Italian word for the male organ, hence the title, whose “closest English rendering,” Moulton writes, “is probably ‘cockery’—but that is too close to ‘cookery.’ . . . ‘Prickery’ might work, but it lacks the specificity of the Italian word. In English, ‘prick’ is a word with many meanings; in Italian, ‘cazzo’ can mean only one thing. In the text, I have translated ‘cazzo’ as ‘cock,’ but ‘Book of the Cock’ sounds like it might have something to do with poultry, so for the working English title, I settled on ‘Book of the Prick.’ ” Anglo-Saxon sexual slang, however, has a much harsher impact on the ear than its mellifluous Romance counterpart, and equivalent terms don’t carry the same charge. The percussive monosyllables and/or double final consonants of cock, balls, shit, dick, buttocks, jerk-off, prick, cunt, and fuck have a blunt, expletive force that isn’t rendered by (and betrays the puckish delicacy of) cazzo, potta, culo, fica, scopare, merda, coglioni, and cacca. The verbs incazzare and inculare, especially used reflexively, are certainly rude, but hardly so heavy-handed as “to take it up the ass.” It’s the difference, perhaps, between Ariel’s nimble tongue and Caliban’s thick one.

It would be satisfying, if only for the worthy Moulton’s sake, to report that “La Cazzaria” is a masterpiece rescued from obscurity by a feat of heroic exegesis, but, even making allowances for the nuances inevitably lost in translation, a masterpiece is something shapelier and more solid than an extended riff, however much fun it is. Vignali’s antic prose staggers in and out of coherence like a student video ad-libbed as it is shot, and it also reminded me of the scatological graffiti, most of it in Latin, that one finds in the catacombs of Roman churches, and which seems to have been etched into the stone expressly to deflate, for future generations, the mystique of antiquity.

The animator of “La Cazzaria” is a priapic scholar steeped in the classics who refers to himself by Vignali’s own nom de plume, Arsiccio Intronato. Arsiccio means “burned,” as in scorched by lust, and when the dialogue begins he is intent on seducing a younger academician named Sodo Intronato—the pseudonym of Vignali’s friend Marcantonio Piccolomini. Sodo is laughably ignorant of human anatomy and plumbing, and of nearly all sexual matters, including such basics as “why kissing feels good”; “why women have periods”; “why the crotch is hairy”; and “why jerking off was invented,” not to mention such headier questions as “why monks invented confession” (to ascertain if there were any “secrets in the art of fucking” they didn’t know) and, on a slightly more elevated note, “why no one today has profound knowledge” (people are too busy “making money, dominating others, and similar things . . . because wealth has placed its feet on virtue’s neck”). The conversation is introduced by a letter from a third member of the confraternity, Il Bizzarro, who claims to have borrowed this “naughty” text while waiting impatiently in Arsiccio’s study for a “filthy, succulent, and smutty” wench his host has promised to serve up. “Although our Arsiccio has always shown himself to be an enemy to women in all his affairs,” Il Bizzarro writes, “he is nonetheless as eager for their secrets as a monkey is for crayfish.”

The conceit of a found manuscript was a convention of the Platonic dialogue. Castiglione, for example, employs it for the “Book of the Courtier,” and it briefly occurred to me that Moulton’s account of finding a sensational text with an arcane publishing history written by a sex-crazed proto-Foucault was the conceit of a postmodern novel. In this case, it promises rather more in the way of esoteric revelation than the text delivers, partly because Sodo is such a dimwit, and partly because Vignali’s fable runs on raw nerve rather than imagination.

In a seventeenth-century history of the Intronati, Vignali was described as a “brilliant spirit” who “was accounted almost a monster because of his deformed body.” (The writer doesn’t specify the nature of the deformity.) He apparently fathered two legitimate sons, but extant documents make no mention of a wife. His work flaunts his preference for pliant youths of his own class. Homosexual camaraderie in general and man-boy love in particular flourished in Renaissance Tuscany, as it tends to in cultures that worship women’s purity by keeping them locked up. Moulton makes an interesting analogy between the “hyper-intellectual” machismo of Vignali and his circle and that of the (mostly) hyper-heterosexual Spanish artists of the nineteen-thirties, whose graphic forays into coprophilia and masturbation (Dali), priapism (Picasso), and perversity (Buñuel) were also part of a revolt against orthodox Catholicism, and an impulse to take refuge in absurdity and surrealism from an increasingly repressive and chaotic political climate. Intronato can mean “deaf” as well as “stunned” (though, with a little poetic license, one might also translate it as “stoned,” and the rambling tone of “La Cazzaria” leaves the impression that Vignali dashed it off in a state of intoxication). But the name, Moulton tells us, was an ironic reference to the spiritual battering that refined characters endure in periods of civic violence and instability. Siena’s independence was being menaced externally by the competing forces of the Hapsburg Empire and the Valois of France, and from within by the murderous intrigues among the five hereditary factions (monti) that ruled the Republic.

Despite the fact that his own noble family belonged to the preëminent Monte dei Nove, Vignali made them the villains of a parable that a less faithful translator might have been tempted to entitle “Genital Farm.” Drawing ironically upon accounts by Livy and Plutarch of a speech by the Roman senator Menenius Agrippa to a revolutionary mob (which Shakespeare, a little later, and without the irony, cribbed for a scene in Act I of “Coriolanus”), he dramatizes the internecine struggles that were wasting his city as a tale of warring body parts, though not the head, belly, and limbs of the classical version. Arsiccio describes to Sodo how the Big Cocks and their prideful consorts, the Beautiful Cunts, once formed a dominant party that tyrannized a coalition of the lesser-endowed: the Little Cocks and their allies, the Ugly Cunts and Assholes, whose plot for a democratic revolution was betrayed by the cowardly and opportunistic Balls. In the course of the fable, the victors reassert their mastery and wreak their revenge with the kind of atrocious violations that recent history has reclaimed from the realm of Sadean fantasy. But then, Arsiccio continues, at the urging of a wise if bloodthirsty seeress known as the Great Cunt of Modena, the vanquished negotiate their differences in a fraternal fashion, and strike back at their oppressors, who are, in turn, slaughtered or dispersed. “I will say this about the Big Cocks,” Modena concludes. “It is very possible they have taken refuge with some foreign power, from where, in a short time, seeing our discord, they may return to ruin and destroy each of us.” Her moral is a little vague, though it seems sound: the phallus represents power without a conscience; it cannot, therefore, be trusted; while it sometimes lies low, you can’t keep it down.

Vignali lived at a moment not without a certain cautionary relevance to the present, in which the avidity of a privileged generation shaking itself free from fundamentalism coexists with profound anxiety at the prospect of losing that insouciance to a dictatorship of the right-thinking. Rabelais and Aretino are probably the best known of the many pungent writers working in the same mode. They, as Moulton puts it, “revel in bodily functions, both sexual and digestive.” He also cites the poet Lorenzo Venier, the author of “La Puttana errante” (“The Wandering Whore”), and Niccolò Franco, whose political diatribes in verse employed “shocking, sexualized invective to attack their enemies.” “La Cazzaria,” he continues, “never mentions Machiavelli directly, but it is not hard to sense his influence” in the conception of the state both as a much violated woman and a “female body” of “abiding and unfathomable strength . . . which no man can completely control.”

Though Vignali is more extreme than the least inhibited of his contemporaries, and less artful and lucid than the greatest of them, he shares their rebellious impulse to subvert the sanctimony of pedants, the cruelty of the potent, the authority of patriarchs, and the prestige of virtue; to challenge the medieval dualism of mind and body; and to dose his readers with a bitter aphrodisiac grown in that fertile mire of carnal knowledge which, he believes, nourishes the blood of a secular body politic. “No matter how ugly and vulgar a thing is,” Arsiccio argues, “it is more ugly and vulgar” not to understand it. Almost three hundred years before Sade, Vignali conflates enlightenment with corruption, and, in one of the earliest and, it has to be said, most repellent test cases for free speech, he asserts a quintessential civil liberty, one that becomes more precious as it grows more fragile: the freedom to offend. ♦

                             Mathew as the delegate for Diversity and Inclusion for the ABA Law Student Section in New York
                                   unfortunately Caitlin Peterson won, I hope Mat becomes President in 18 years:)
                         ...while at the Crimson Tide undergrad Mathew made a cool video, the girl "natalie in video" was recently at the A and O hostel for its opening party in Venice Italy. I didn't know before I lent her my green dress for the mask party that night it was her until later. She slept in...I left early. Small World...ps whenever I wear my dress I remember her funny party! 
  in these pictures you can see is Albert in the little arches with the people on a different tour whereas we took the "WHAT A LIFE TOUR!" he is funny and took a tour the same day. I kept taking pictures of Albert instead of Coliseum.

below is us in the dungeons as the tour guide "Carlota" tells the story and has us pretend we are archeologists, honestly "Carlota" was scarier in her off the cuff remarks than the dungeons! I fled soon afterwards to the less scary bike tours.  
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To everybody owning biking companies, enotecas, restaurants, pubs, zorbis, skydiving, 3, 4, 5 star hotels, bed and breakfasts , and hostels, to leather stores and bistros, to athletic activities and bookstores, to music clubs and musical venues, to hairdressers, and cool cars and scooters, to hat makers and pianos, to castles and film makers, artists and boating companies, to mask makers and puppeteers, and fashion companies around the world, to the sheiks of Qatar and Emirates, to the Roscoes in Bogota, here is EmmeAnesBook. 
  I found these great sculptures at  The Nuovo Mercato Esquilino loved these.
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Image may contain: 1 person, smiling, babythe little boy who loved my script "ha ha ha"I am happy to announce that the "little BIG" actor has been found and we are again enjoying his reenactment of my script which has of yet to be purchased or filmed, however, he does a lovely job of it!

                                         And here is to the script  from Lori Rolinski, the funny script I wrote! 
                                      ciao see Persons of Interest Category.
                   The Script is about a German Aristocratic Family, transactions the World Bank loans of December 1990 given to the Country of Colombia who subsequently invested the illegal loan which doesn't show on the accounting of World Bank, into the Government owned oil company of Colombia ECOPETROL, 

         then two years later December 28, 1992 the Japanese Government World Bank loaned their money to the Country of Colombia and invested the money into the infrastructure of the country of Colombia which the original loan was supposed to do from the German Aristocratic family yet instead was used as investments into the Oil Company 

         (the loans are true as is the dates-the rest a story built of fiction on the events) the Cia noc and his daughter, Emily, who attends London Theater Conservatory and Paris Theater Parties of the 1990s, the meeting of the German Aristocratic son and friends and Emily and friends in Paris in 2013 and the way they learn of the 1990s World Bank loan and their funny hilarious ways they try to retrieve the money back by going back and forth to Colombia and Washington DC World Bank Headquarters. It is a "Ocean 11 combined "micheal Clayton"" script.  

                   O  My email is : lori_ataxis@aol.com         Thankyou totally much  to sponsoring  EmmeAnesBook today in the Website we totally appreciate it and here at  EmmeAnesBook a chance to promote the lovely Bosses who say yes to telling the world the story of the risks they take and the successes they made say hi to everybody and to 
                                                                               Ciao and Peace and Love...       

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       the kindest sweetest little boy is telling about the stories that make him, sad bullys in school. I hate bullys. 
     I would ask God to only give kind, loving, affectionate, caring, honest, supportive people near the little boy.
Okay mein Immungebäude Essen von 30 Tagen ... Seit ich meine Metatarsalen an meinem Fuß gebrochen habe, musste ich mein Immunsystem wieder aufbauen ... ja das ist richtig die letzten 37 Tage war das folgende ... bereit Um das Immunsystem für dich zu arbeiten, anstatt gegen dich?
Tag 1 bis Tag8
1 Raw Clove Knoblauch täglich, 1 rote Paprika täglich, 1 Kopf Brokkoli täglich, 1 gebratenes Stück Huhn täglich, 1 Tasse Sonnenblumenkerne alle 5 Tage (ehrlich die einzige Defienz, die Sie töten wird, wenn Sie es nicht haben Dass man ... wenn man allergisch auf Sonnenblumenkerne ist, muss man jede Woche Öl auf Salaten verwenden.) 1 Orangen- oder Orangensaft 100% täglich, 1 Kiwi oder Zitrone oder Limette täglich und Zitrone und Limette müssen die Haut ... Vertrauen Ich gewöhne mich daran, 450 Milligramm Echinacea pro Tag in jeder Form und ehrlich verdoppeln, dass die ersten 5 Tage, um das Immunsystem zu arbeiten, Holunder, wenn Sie es wünschen, grüner Tee, um das System zu reinigen, Ingwer und 1 Thunfisch frisch jeder 5 Tage oder 1 Lachs frisch alle fünf Tage.
     Sie sagen, o wow das ist neue Neuigkeiten. Außer das ist alles, was du die ersten 8 Tage essen kannst. Das ist es. Keine Beilagen, etc. und man kann ein Glas Wein pro Tag haben, da das eigentlich hilft.

      Jetzt Tag 9, das oben mit Ausnahme einer Mahlzeit können Sie Nudeln oder Reis oder Cheeseburger oder Steak oder Heilbutt oder was auch immer Sie wollen. Eine Mahlzeit. Die anderen Mahlzeiten rein die oben Sie sehen, ich kann keine Antibiotika haben. NONE Zilch Darum denke an das Essen, das ich als deine Medizin umrissen habe. Wenn Sie sitzen, um das Essen zu essen 3 mal Tag oder 5 mal am Tag erinnern, dass es Medizin ist.

     Jetzt Tag 10 die strenge Medizin, die Sie hatten und das ist es. Tag 11 Sie können eine Mahlzeit mit Nudeln oder Reis etc. haben und das ist die Art und Weise müssen Sie Ihr Leben wechseln die nächsten 30 Tage.
   Um die strengen Immun-Booster können Sie einen grünen grünen Salat und Kohl, fügen Sie Gurken und Zucchini, fügen Sie Kaliflower statt Brokkoli eines Tages, Papaya-Saft statt Orangensaft, Tomaten und Gemüse-Säfte, fügen Sie Mandeln ... fügen Sie Früchte und Säfte . Diese sind der 12. Tag bis zum 30. noch müssen Sie die Knoblauchzehe und den Brokkoli und die Sonnenblumenkerne mindestens 3 Mal pro Woche mit der strengen Diät essen. Denken Sie daran, Sie sind auf Medikamente für Ihren Körper für Immun-Gebäude.
    Darüber hinaus, wenn aus irgendeinem Grund sind Sie auf Strahlung, müssen Sie verdoppeln die Dosen jeden Tag wie zwei rohe Knoblauchzehen, etc. Der Grund dafür ist, dass Strahlung zerstört das Immunsystem und daher müssen Sie doppelt aufbauen. Der Grund, warum Sie ab dem 12. Tag wechseln, ist, dass Sie Ihr Immunsystem lehren müssen, wie man sich allmählich aufbaut, doch geben Sie ihm Hilfe für die ersten 30 Tage. Nach 30 Tagen musst du die strenge Diät 3 Tage die Woche mit nur den strengen Speisen und Wasser und sonst nichts machen ... und an den anderen Tagen kannst du eine Mahlzeit mit etwas machen, was du liebst. Sie können beginnen, sich stärker und besser innerhalb von ein paar Tagen und das Immunsystem ist wirklich besser in etwa 3o Tage.
     Und ja dein Körper kann und wird gewinnen. Es ist entworfen, um zu leben und zu überleben und wenn du es lehrst, wie es wird. Diese Lebensmittel bauen weiße Blutzellzahl und das ist, was Sie brauchen ... wenn Sie die hohen Dosen von Knoblauch stehen können (nach ein paar Tagen, die ich nicht tun kann, können Sie und werden besser zusammen mit Echinacea, die ich konnte 'T von getan ohne.) Viel Glück im neuen Leben!
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