7-8ish years ago, I went to a speakeasy in Halifax under a dessert shop where you have to give them a password that changes weekly (they have a hard-to-find email list for it). I subscribed then and every week, without fail, I get their password. I have no intention of going back but it's comforting

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🤔 Well, then, I am a leftist GenXer.

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