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The This is true crime kids. We're back, part three, William Bonnan, Jack Luna.

Let's get right into it.

When we left William Bonnan in part two, it was early 1979, and he was just 32 years old, a young man.

He had done some hard time on multiple occasions for sexually assaulting children and had been determined to be an unstoppable molesting machine with a ferocious appetite for unripe penis.

Whoa.

Yeah, unright penis is what little kid penis looks like for sure. Like, uh, you ever seen a

banana growing banana? It's a good description. Leave that on the window seal for a few more days.

That's right. Maybe soaking in some water or something. Wait till it's 18.

We're already off to the races. He, William, had also moved into an apartment next to another man who enjoyed throwing parties for the young gay crowd.

And I'd say that catches us up, wouldn't you, Jack?

Yeah, that's a good catch-up right there. I like that a lot.

Parties, that happens a lot with these types for sure, just to get.

Which I also feel like when you're throwing a specific gay party, I feel like the word party is a little bit of an understatement.

I feel like that's not an accurate description for what's going on behind those doors.

I don't feel like, well, no, I've been to some gay parties, but it was deep into the party where, you know, I showed up.

I was like, this is a public podcast and I keep on forgetting that.

But I would show up to the party and there was a reason for me fucking being there, right?

Bringing party favors, let's say.

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