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... entertainment star. He wants to keep a low profile but is famous... In the end, he stayed in Sardinia. At least life here is calm and comfortable.

  In November, the state banquet at the Moncalieri Palace was also held on time.

  Although it was a banquet with simple dishes, it required more than 50 people to participate. The most important test was whether the palace steward could handle the job well and arrange the details in place. At the same time, it is also a time to show th ...

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