If you go to the right country you’ll be able to live like a king for years and years until your compound is raided by locals whose hovels have been flooded or burned down or are simply starving due to perpetual drought brought about by unchecked climate change. They will liberate their daughters from your sex dungeon and string you up by your own designer sheets in the street. As you choke to death on your own viscera your last thought will probably be “shit was pretty sweet right up until this point.”

At least that’s how I recommend you do it. Try somewhere in Southeast Asia or Latin America.