So Liz Gilbert (Eat, Pray, Love?) has a new-ish curiosity shop.
I want to call her out on further exploiting exotic locales and people, but--almost despite myself--I am charmed by the wholesome, self-deprecating blurbs on the store's website.
(And shhh. Yes, I secretly want to wander around in that warehouse all week-end long with a fat, juicy bank account.)
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I want to call her out on further exploiting exotic locales and people, but--almost despite myself--I am charmed by the wholesome, self-deprecating blurbs on the store's website.
(And shhh. Yes, I secretly want to wander around in that warehouse all week-end long with a fat, juicy bank account.)
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