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THE INVISIBLE SPONSOR A user on a Facebook page recently asked the ultimate fishing village question: His long-distance Thai girlfriend, a single mom and a 2-year veteran of the freelance scene, wants to "retire" from the industry. She needs him to pay her a monthly salary from overseas to...

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