Darknet Diaries
141: The Pig Butcher
Jack Recider
I sniffed it out right away. They were trying to play on my empathy, saying things like, we can't afford money to buy food for our kids and medicine and clothes and something. And they specifically asked for $749 to get themselves sorted. And I'd be an absolute angel if I could help. And I was like, hmm. I replied, look, I'd love to help, but I'm currently stranded.
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