My United States of Whatever: Cross-Border Commerce in the Age of Confusion
A Cross Border Report like No Other, Ever.
Earworm alert: Cue angsty guitar riff from Liam Lynch's one-hit wonder, fade into a dystopian pop-up shop where every price tag is handwritten in five currencies, and the cashier is a chatbot named "Todd" who insists on upselling you customs duty insurance. Is better to burn out or fade away.
It’s 2025, your face serum ships from Seoul, your runners/trai…
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