Hello and welcome to my Victorian nightmare. I'm your host, Genevieve Mannion,

and I'm here to talk about mysterious deaths, morbid fascinations, disturbing stories, and otherwise

spooky events from the Victorian era. Because to me, there's just something especially intriguing,

creepy, and oddly comforting about horror and mayhem from the 19th century. So, listener discretion

is advised.

Hello, friends, and welcome to this, my 19th episode.

I was doing minisodes every other episode, but if I have the time, I think I'm just going to bang out full ones like this, if that's okay with you.

Mix things up a bit. I hope that you all had a delicious holiday. Mine was simply delightful.

Thank you very much for asking. I have been blessed with a large, pasty, Irish-American family

with a great sense of humor and a ravenous shrimp addiction.

We are a big bowl of shrimp on the Thanksgiving appetizer table kind of family.

And every year though, and it happened again this year, no matter what I do, I always get

there late because of like stalled trains or some nonsense.

And my family starts sending me pictures of dwindling plates of shrimp just to mess with me

while I'm stuck wherever I am, which it does very much mess with me.

I love shrimp.

I'm a very shrimpy woman.

And my anxiety disorder is highly triggered by scarcity.

Shrimp scarcity is no exception.

Luckily, my little sister always tries to squirrel away,

at least a few pieces for me from the rest of the Mannions.

But I've decided next year,

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