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How to Shit Around the World: The Art of Staying Clean and Healthy While Traveling

This book offers advice and tips for travelers on how to manage personal sanitation in various countries and environments, emphasizing the importance of cleanliness and health while exploring the world. more

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Jane Wilson-Howarth

Jane Wilson-Howarth, born in 1954, is a British author whose works span various literary genres, including novels, poetry, and prose. Her writing style is characterized by deep character development and rich emotional expression. more

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