This is exactly right.

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Listener discretion is advised. I struggle to see this as a Dr. Jackal and Mr Hyde situation of the two faces, you know,

one is public facing and is good, you know, serves other people and then the other kind of lurks about in the dark.

I think ultimately people are so complicated.

You don't know what's going on behind closed doors, people aren't what they seem.

Meg Edwards lives in White Chapel, the east end of London.

She takes me on a tour of her neighborhood,

the same neighborhood where Jack the Ripper murdered his victims.

And you're in East London, you're in East End, right?

Yeah, East End. So we actually point out the only clue that Jack the Ripper left was right outside this door.

Oh no, right? Yeah. We kind of fell into a bit of a Victorian crime center.

So this, the bit that's painted grey there, that's where he left his only clue which was a, well, physical clue.

A bit of an apron that was stained in blood.

Was this a victim was found here or now?

Victim was found around the corner and then he walked this way and this is where he left

is his only clue and a pretty anti-Semitic message written in blood across the wall.

So yeah this is this is my home. I've always loved experiencing a place like this,

standing in the spot where one of the stories I've heard about for as long as I can remember

actually took place.

It truly brings it all to life.

Now how far is the Jack River epicenter

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