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This episode is presented by 20th Century Studios. Send help. From the twisted mind of Sam Raimi, director of the Evil Dead and Drag Me to hell, starring Rachel McAdams and Dylan O', Brien, comes a new film that begs the question, what would you do if you were stuck on an island with your terrible boss in paradise? HR can't hear you scream. Now playing only in theaters and 3D. Having insurance isn't the same as having State Farm. It's like showing up for movie night ready for a heart pounding thriller. But getting a three hour documentary on lawn care, that's kind of like insurance. Insurance may all seem the same on the surface, but when it comes to getting the help you need, State Farm is the real deal. You wouldn't settle for a snooze fest when you came for a thrill ride. So don't settle for just any insurance. When there's State Farm, like a good neighbor, State Farm is there. Bada bing, Bada boo. Rees Jones is every San Francisco tech guy's dream situation. He creates a company, sells it to Motorola for $205 million. He starts his own venture capital firm. And Reese Jones has a look that can only be described as. I feel like he would be cast as an extra in Game of Thrones and not necessarily a role that a lot of people would make Thirst traps over on TikTok. He's got crazy graying. Ha. A gray beard. He's got kind of a stocky build. He's an old looking guy. So of course part of the dream for the SF Tech guys is looking like that and then dating a younger, hotter fit blonde woman who is open, who is experimental in the bedroom. He is living the fucking dream. But something really crazy is about to happen to Rhys Jones. Soon in court, it's going to be revealed that Reese Jones likes to be leashed up with a collar around his neck like a dog being walked around by a young woman half of his age. Like a little dog eating out of a dog bowl on the floor. But before that, he's going to be kidnapped. It's Friday morning, he's gonna be walking down a sidewalk in San Francisco and not even like the bad part of San Francisco because he's a multi millionaire. He lives where all the other multi millionaires live. But a car is going to pull up, three men are going to jump out with a gun, grab him, throw a pillowcase over his head, handcuff him, strap him to the backseat of the car, and like the movies, he can't see anything that's going on outside, thanks to the pillowc. But he can feel his body and his body is swaying from side to side in the back like they're going down some sort of winding road. And now he's being pulled out of the car. He still can't see the captors. They're escorting him up a flight of stairs. What do they want? Is he about to die? It feels like he's about to die. And it kind of sounds like it too. I mean, if Rhys had to imagine the song that would play as he climactically meets his end, his death, it probably wouldn't be Mozart's Requiem. But that feels a little too on the nose. Or maybe that's perfect because that's blasting. I mean, the captors, they are spending time and energy to set the ambiance of his death. Mozart is playing on the speakers of the warehouse and he has been taken into this massive building where he probably is going to die. They take off the pillowcase. He feels something cold on his forehead. It's a gun. And a face comes up real close. Are you prepared to die, Rhys? Next thing you know, Rhys is being placed inside of a coffin that's about to slide shut. And this is it. Like this is really the end. All that work creating the massive tech company, exiting, becoming richer than anybody really needs to be. All for what? To die. Listening to Mozart. And it's muffled because he's trapped inside this coffin. And the lights go out. And when Rhys opens his eyes again, the coffin is open. His eyes are adjusting to the light. Or maybe it's heaven, I don't know. And there's an angel standing, dressed in white standing above the coffin. Is this freaking for real right now, Brother Jones? Hell is not just a location in the universe. What does that even mean? It's a location in your mind where you relive your sins. Follow me. It's like the Scrooge. Reese gets up and is led through different rooms of the warehouse. Seven rooms to be exact, for the seven deadly sins. The first one, lust. Women. Lots of women dressed up as a schoolgirl, a cop, a nurse, a maid. There's piles of intimate magazines, Playboy, Penthouse all over the floor. There's TV screens filling the room, all playing X rated scenes. Rhys must now fondle the woman. The angel encourages him. Or demon, I don't know. Okay, go ahead. Collect the sin of lust. And then the next room is greed. Rhys is forced to lay down on a bed filled with money. And angels show up, piling more and more things on top of him. Consumerism, clothes, makeup. Just all this trash weighing him down until he begs to be freed. And then he's entered into the next room. The next deadly sin, gluttony. He's forced to unclothe here. Oink, oink, bitch. He places pig ears on his head. He must eat from a dog bowl on the ground while caramel sauce is poured on top of him. And then there are angels, demons, I don't know. They're in the room and they're licking it off of him. Then there's envy. Reese will be bound to a chair while he watches his girlfriend, his hotter, younger, blonde girlfriend, have intimate relations with what is described as a buffet of people. She's saying unspeakable things that are spoken like, it would have been so good if you were my boyfriend, Reese. But because it's you, it's even better. And after going through the seven deadly sins, Rhys Jones is going to be reborn alive in the human world, where he's going to be escorted to a rooftop deck and dressed in white, just standing there, looking out into the distance, is this hotter, younger blonde woman. Who is that? She turns around and Rhys will likely smile because it's his hotter, younger, blonde girlfriend. Happy birthday. All of this, the kidnapping, the seven deadly sins, everything is an elaborate birthday present for tech giant Rees Jones. That's what you get when you're worth $200 million and your girlfriend is the founder of One Taste, a company that helps women meditate by helping them achieve their big O's. And soon, Reese is going to be wrapped up in one of the strangest potential trafficking cases. And Nicole Dadone, a wellness CEO, is going to end up in the same prison as none other than a peer of hers, Ghislaine Maxwell. We would like to thank today's sponsors who have made it possible for Rotten Mango to support the Minnesota Immigrant Rights Action Committee. They're fighting to end the immigration rates and deportations happening in Minnesota. And this episode's partnerships have also made it possible to support Rotten Mango's growing team. And we'd also like to thank you guys for your continued support. As always, full show notes are available@roottenmangopodcast.com Today's case is really heavy in regards to CSA SA. And to be really specific, there's going to be mentions of SA against previous SA victims, with situations where essay victims are being forced to recreate their essay. And a lot of them because they're forced, it's just another essay incident further traumatizing them. There's also going to be mentions and stories of members of the queer community being forced into situations where they are pressured into having intimate relations with genders in which they are not attracted to. So please take care of yourself. If these topics are too much, please click off and we will see you in the next one. Additionally, statements and quotes have been condensed for brevity and all of this information is publicly available. So with that being said, let's get started. Did you know that you can only work four hours in the entire week? Not 40 hours. I'm saying four hours and you can still get paid and live your best life. You can travel all over the world. That is what everybody who bought the book for our workweek thought that that was going to help them achieve. It is probably one of the most well known, most read self help books out there. It's been translated into 40 different languages. One glowing review of this self help book reads Big takeaway from the book. Most of us have the idea that we're supposed to work until we're 60 and then retire and then live a good life. Tim does a great job pointing out how backwards that idea is and gives lots of suggestions for how to change your life to accommodate. He calls those who have done so the new rich. They are rich in life, which is not related to being rich in dollars. Another review, not glowing reads. There's a chapter titled the Low Information Diet. Tim, the author admits that he doesn't bother staying informed about the news or any other kind of current events, even to the point that during election seasons he simply just asks his more educated friends about who they're going to vote for and then just votes for those candidates. I'm not even kidding you. He justifies this by saying how the time it takes you to know, you know, learn things is time that could have been spent running a business on Autopilot or having fun. So there's that. I mean needless to say, over 2 million copies have been sold and I have not met a single person who has read one of those 2 million copies and has managed to work four hours a week. But a lot of people love the book and they have taken nuggets of information to apply to their lives. But what the does Tim Ferriss know about one taste and what does he have to do with this case? Now I think it is cute to poke fun at modern modern day self help gurus. Tim Ferriss seems to be one of the less controversial ones from what I can see, which basically just means he has no allegations of essay against him. Okay, he's not overly political in the wrong sense. He doesn't think women are created to procreate and populate the planet. At least I don't think so. I mean, he just seems like he's really into cold plunges, biohacking and productivity. He's also a victim of childhood essay himself. So just before we get into the next part, I have no doubt that Tim Ferriss knew nothing about what's actually going on inside. In the depths of One Taste, I think he just.
