Redlight Diary 6.4.25: Needles, Haystacks, and Backup Clunge

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,...