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How you doing, gentlemen? I'm doing all right. So I'm glad. I'm glad that episode that two-parter is over. It was because it was starting to bum me. I was starting to get like a little too gross. Yeah, that shit was, unfortunately, a little. Like, I was having fun. Extremely misogynistic for a while. Yeah, I was having fun, but, but it got a little gross.

Yeah, no, it's fine. It wasn't us. It's that creep, not us. It's totally fine. I've got a listener story for you. You want to start with that? Yeah, I can start with that. Our slash Toulinati pod. Sometimes you get a listener story read out. This one, yeah, a little Lizzie.

This one comes from witness protection is the name of the person. I'm going to say. Okay. Goes, hey, y'all. Long time listener. Hey. Hey now. Long time listener, first time caller from the distant shores of Croatia. Different vibe now. I wanted to share a story about a terrifying thing that happened to me about five years ago. You have my permission to read this on the pod if you choose to do so. Thank you. Needless to say, English is not my native language, so I'll try to be as clear and succinct as possible. For context, I'm a 34-year-old male, not superstitious or religious, although I love mythology,

fantasy, cryptids. In other words, I want to believe. All right. Perfect. Like I mentioned before,

this happened about five years ago. I lived with my parents at the time. To paint a picture of the

living situation, my parents' home is a large three-story home. It has a basement. No ground floor.

The ground floor is a large stairway. The second and the first floor. My room was in the basement,

the living room, kitchen, and my parents' bedroom are on the first floor. My room at the time looked

a bit like a brothel or a sex dungeon. The walls were painted deep red and orange. I had orange

and mahogany furniture, red curtains, red LEDs, etc. Since it was summer and very warm

in Croatia, a, a refreshing 39 degrees Celsius outside. Jesus fucking Christ.

I was chilling in my underwear in my room,

replaying Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines for the 11th time.

A phenomenal game.

Good stuff.

My kind of guy.

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