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It goes way beyond tax havens and offshore banking. Enterprising countries have figured out how to put their legal systems at the disposal of corporate interests.

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Sean Baker’s hectic drama, about the mismatch of a sex worker and an oligarch’s son, masks its synthetic storytelling with authentic locations.

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