I’d open a small, old shop in Chinatown filled with potions. I’d treat the customers quite badly so they wouldn’t even dare to ask questions. I’d research and create my own potions, and for that enjoyable task, I would dedicate a secret notebook full of notes.
So when there are no customers in the shop—hopefully almost always—I’d have plenty of time to work on my notes and other shaman tasks.
These Bangkok bus tickets are a great washi tape.
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