Mandela Rose sends me a friend request out of the blue (of course). She lives near me, she says (Oklahoma, approx 12000 miles from Kazakhstan) and wants to hook up for sex tonight She's a pretty girl, with a surprisingly close resemblance to Instagram fitness model Bruna Lima (no, me neither). Or so Reverse Image Search tells me. She wants me to send her a gift card for $350. Since the cheapest flight is going to be about $1000 and take the best part of 24 hours, this will leave her considerably out of pocket, but that's okay. I'm sure she has absolutely no intention of turning up, let alone having filthy sex with me. It's usually a scammer pretending to fall in love with me. This is I suppose more honest in that she is offering a commercial transaction, which is a bit more credible. But not VERY honest. I dare say that working girls are available in Astana anyway. Curiously, I've had three workin...