The Stanley brothers cult in Uxbridge has forever ruined that genre for me. And just to illustrate how fucked up these people are, she was arrested for possessing kiddie porn four years ago. If any of my friends got caught with kiddie porn that would be the end of our friendship. No big deal, just completely ruining their lives and costing long lasting scars that will never go away. Fuck each and every one of those people who commented on those posts and treated this woman like a normal person instead of the monster she is. This woman is a psychopath. Read this blog written by her neighbor to get a window into her madness. Or just read all the comments on this rabbit hole of a post from

Faced with a starving family, her father gave away his 6-year-old daughter in exchange for food.

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They caught him after he had killed the second man. The law would never connect him to the first murder. It was almost as if, at least on the books the law kept, Caesar had got away with a free killing. Seven months after he stabbed the second man—a twenty-two-year-old with prematurely gray hair who had ventured out of Southeast for only the sixth time in his life—Caesar was tried for murder in the second degree. So at trial, with the weight of all the harm done to him and because he had hidden for months in one shit hole after another, he was not always himself and thought many times that he was actually there for killing Golden Boy, the first dead man. He was not insane, but he was three doors from it, which was how an old girlfriend, Yvonne Miller, would now and again playfully refer to his behavior. Who the fuck is this Antwoine bitch? Caesar sometimes thought during the trial. And where is Percy?
Written far more conventionally but similarly immersive, it has been set up to have broad commercial appeal. Our heroine, Majella, works in the local chip shop, A Salt and Battered! He knew who was fucking who, who had fucked who and who wanted to fuck who. He knew who was drinking, smoking, swallowing or injecting what, and he often knew where and when. He always had an opinion on the why. Pain and trauma lie beneath the jokes. Majella lives at home with her lazy and often nasty alcoholic mother, her father having disappeared when she was a child.