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Exhibit C. It's truly criminal.

Hello and welcome to my favorite murder. This is the mini-sode where we read you shit,

your own shit right back to you. You sent it to us. We have no choice but to read it to you.

For our hand, it's the agreement we all made at the beginning of this television podcast.

And it'll never and it will never be over. Do you have a good one to end on like a light-hearted one?

Okay then let me go first. Okay, is that okay? Yeah. Okay, because mine are about maggots and stuff.

All right. This just says hometown story. Yes. Hey, gals, first off, massive fan.

You guys get me through my grilling commute on the Los Angeles Metro.

Yeah. Anywho, I'll get to it. I moved to LA about a year ago but before that, I lived in a small city

in Missouri called Springfield. You know the home of Gypsy Blanchard. Oh.

Is that right? Am I as Missouri, right? Yes it is. Oh my god. I forgot that word. Congratulations.

Thank you. Cut that out. I had lived in an apartment downtown for about three years and had

many sketchy things happen to me but this was by far the sketch the scariest. I kept seeing this

creepy dude with Jeffrey Dahmer glasses and a dirty ass shirt skulking around the premises for a while.

I assumed he was a new tenant. This is just the whole server reminds me of my lived in Hollywood

that it's terrifying. Yeah. He always creeped on me in the basement laundry room and I would ignore

his attempts at interacting. Fucking apartment building laundry rooms. Is there anything scarier?

Or more dangerous. Totally. You bring a weapon and get real confrontational. Yeah. If you think

someone's quote unquote creeping on you in the laundry room, turn around and go bat shit bananas

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