We have a new guy that opened a business in an old Victorian style house. It's for special occasions, he fixes a meal for the people who want to host a dinner party. He was a chef who spent years in Antarctica. I really wish I could afford to have a party! LOL
My Buddy guesses that there’s a core of the freaky stuff, at least, that’s likely mostly true to some significant degree, in some respects. That’s . . . a troubling enough thought.