Carey Finn

This writer type is a cheapo in a class of her own. Four years of going elbow to elbow with elderly ladies over bargain boxes in Osaka is all the credibility she needs. Slightly scarred and stingier than ever, she shipped up to Tokyo last year, where she has been scrounging for drastically discounted stuff ever since. In her spare time, she sips on complimentary teas and ponders important stuff like the meaning of existence and the perfect cuppa.

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