What’s up mingemongers and moneyhoneys, my name’s Seven and this is my weekly confession. I can’t speak for you, reader, but this old whoremonger can’t help feeling a deep sense of dread whilst watching the rest of the world inch toward World War 3. All we can do—we helpless expats, we squirrels just tryin’ for...
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