
About this episode
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HAPPY NEW YEAR SHOOSHIES! We missed youuuuu!
Our break was so damn refreshing we’re bringing *new words* into 2025 (IYKYK), aaaaand we need ya help. Today’s secret, on the other hand, is a super messy one, lol what’s new? A toxic AF situationship has unfolded at the gym. It involves two sisters, and one is the deceitful type. Eeeek.
Everyone knows that Platypus is the place to get your kicks, and that’s because they have you covered for literally anything you have planned. Or don’t have planned… you know we always have a pair of backup shoes in our car or at work, so we're ready for every spontaneous adventure. Big thanks to Platypus for making this episode possible!
Got a secret to spill? Easy peasy! Head to everybodyhasasecret.com.au and submit it anonymously. This show is only as good as the secrets that are submitted, so keep ‘em coming!
Your hosts of ‘everybody has a secret’ are Annabelle Lee (@annabe11e1ee) and Louis Hanson (@louishanson).
This episode was produced by Ruby Hall and executive-produced by Lucy Hunt.
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