bro, it was not the openness, it was the gleeful aplomb.
Like, imagine a 7 year old telling a story about their first trip across country to a major theme park, where they got to spend a day with their favorite princess, and how, even 40 years later, thats a story they tell with great joy, and a big smile?
Only replace the trip and princess with what she said her dad did.
It was fucking unsettlingly creepy.
And you can have your freedom, for only the low low cost of 1200 dollars per freedom, per year.