Luton Borough Council

I felt that my concerns were ignored, and lo and behold, they became true when our son went missing for a period of four days, having been groomed into county line gangs, and was found in a drug house about 100 kilometers away, being deprived of his clothing, being deprived of food, sleeping on the sofa, present in a house with drug-taking, abusing adults.

And I felt that could have been avoided had Luton Borough Council taken my concerns seriously.

Eventually, he was recovered, not by the authorities, but by an associate, a- allegedly a relative of the mother, who negotiated his release.

And shortly after that incident, the mother goes out and brings a gang member at one o'clock in the morning from the street corner for an overnight sleepover, putting essentially our son and younger daughter at risk.

All we gotta do, you make it sound so easy, Andrew Tate says.

Trystane, it's basically impossible to go from a Luton Council estate to the most famous man on the planet, Andrew.

Nobody else on the planet did it, but we did.

Me, Andrew Tate, we did, didn't we? What in the bizarre, weird, homoerotic fanfic is this? Why are these people so weird? For God's sake, they got away with so many different crimes.