I just combed through the
entire Canadian excise act of 2001 trying to find legal loopholes in which to produce alcohol in the basement of my fictional sketchy bar. My fictional bar's name is Charley-O's (like that place near 42nd street). While my alcohol will get you blind, you can buy prostitutes and drugs in the corner
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Duh
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