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Hello and welcome back to Cult Leader. I'm your Cult Leader Spencer. Henry and I am about to blow your mind with today's story. This dude was fucked on another level so insane.

Before we get to that, let's talk about the other stuff. I'm thriving. I don't know what you guys do. During the week, Monday through Thursday, I try and do low-carb plant-based and then Friday, Saturday, Sunday, I just kind of do eat whatever I want.

But this weekend was not working in my favor whatsoever. On Saturday, I really wanted Wushkush, which is like this hotdog place in downtown LA, which sounds gross, but it's actually so good. They have the best fries in the world with like 30 different dipping sauces and Ayo-les. But when I got to it, it was packed. There were so many people in downtown LA. There was like 40 people outside the restaurant and I was just planning on going picking it up and driving home.

But there were so many people, so I guess this is why we're still in a pandemic. I ended up getting some healthy sushi. This is my fucking life. Sorry, I can't even believe I'm talking to you guys about my food right now. But just nothing went right with my bad eating this weekend. And then last night, all I wanted was pizza. From the second I woke up, I was like, I'm getting pizza tonight. And afternoon, I'm like, I'm getting pizza tonight.

So I called this pizza place. It's called Little Coyote. It's in Long Beach. It's new and it's so good. But when I called them, they were like, oh, we sold out of pizzas three minutes ago. And the pain that I felt was immeasurable. It's like, if you showed me a text like, hey, this person is cheating on you. That's the feeling I felt in my stomach.

So I need this to say I should have abs soon if this kind of shit keeps happening. But anyways, this is 29. I know there's people who listen to me and they're just like, shut the fuck up and tell this story. And I will, but hold on. I rewatch a job breaker this weekend.

And although it's a classic, I love it. The whole time I was watching it, I was like, they are so sloppy. I was like, they are never gonna get away with this. They dropped evidence. They got too many people involved. One girl like tells her boyfriend what happened. I just have a hard time watching movies, I think involving murders now. Because in my head, I'm a forensic investigator. And I'm like, I'm like, listen, I'm like, this was their first mistake. This was their second mistake. But, you know, I'm sure you guys do that too.

But we are going abroad in today's episode. So listen, I'm gonna pronounce things wrong because that's what happens. I was listening to my friend's podcast and she was like, talking about how when you even sometimes you Google the pronunciation for certain cities. And then that bitch on Google gets it wrong. So save yourself the time. I already know I'm wrong. Okay. I'm wrong. I'm gonna say something and you're gonna listen to it and you're gonna say that is not how you say it. And that's okay. I'll still get messages.

But what is up to my Belgium babes? You guys know this one? We're talking about none other than creep of all creeps. Andress Pandy.

Andress was born on June 1st, 1927 to Hungarian parents in Ukraine, which is where he met his future wife, Alona, in 1957 when he was around 30 years old.

At the time, Andress was working as a church counselor and they ended up getting hitched fleeing from Hungary to Belgium after Hungary's revolt against Russia. There's your history lesson for the day. And I'm not trying to skip on the early years, but there's really little to know credible information on his childhood.

The only thing I can assume is it was not a very good one given how he turned out. So we're starting at 30. Once they were settled in Belgium, the newlyweds were quick to start a little family of their own.

A year after getting married and moving to Belgium, Alona gave birth to the couple's first child, a daughter named Agnes.

Not long after came their son Daniel, who was born in 1961, and then last but not least, a third son named Zoltan in 1966, which one of these names is not like the other.

Only a year after the birth of their third son, the marriage is Ova due to accusations of infidelity. Andress was sure that Alona was cheating on him. And though we don't have any evidentiary support of these claims,

I find it hard to believe that a mother of three young kids had time to have an affair, but you never know. Do you? So long story short, aka every cult leader, Alona ends up moving away and taking Daniel in Zoltan with her, but leaving Agnes alone with her father, which ended up being a fatal mistake.

Agnes was only 11 years old at the time, but it's kind of fucked up to just be like, peace, I'm leaving you with your siblings, like look after your father, goodbye.

And not long after Alona left, Andress began having what they called an incestuous relationship with his daughter, but let's address that real quick.

And we talked at how many articles referred to this as an incestuous relationship, given the fact that it should probably just be called rape because Agnes was 11 when it started, but you know, fuck ass media.

Anywho, we are going to head into these 70s. So he's a single father living with Agnes. And before OkCupid, Tinder, meataffarmer.com, there was only one way to get the word out that you were single and ready to mingle.

And that was the classified sections in the newspaper. So that's exactly where Andress went when he decided he was once again ready for love.

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