it really feels like the economist is written by the ghosts of british industrialists wearing pith helmets and drinking port
Back when you could own a human being in the US and nobody would bat an eyelash.
it really feels like the economist is written by the ghosts of british industrialists wearing pith helmets and drinking port
Back when you could own a human being in the US and nobody would bat an eyelash.
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