
I'm listening to The Epstein Chronicles podcast: Mega Edition–Jeffrey Epstein and the Unsealed Grand Jury Document, parts 10-12 airing on 5/3/2026, and oh boy is it a teeth-grinding experience to listen to.
Heading from the beginning of the episode through to about the 18:45 mark its mostly this prosecutor interviewing THEIR OWN WITNESS–who was not prepped, not told how this was going to go, and still dealing with what she had been through–and being a total vicious see-you-in-toledo to her.
I've been deposed a couple of times, by the opposing side, who had every reason to be hostile to me as there was a lot of money or blame at stake. I've given detailed witness statements to prosecutors in cases not involving me. And none of it was even a tenth of the bullshit this was.
The prosecutor is acting far more like Epstein's defense attorneys than they are as an advocate for the people's justice. They ask this girl, this victim, this chain of questions that in summary goes like this:
How old were you when you were recruited to massage Epstein?
Probably sixteen, maybe seventeen but I think sixteen.
Were you paid and how much?
Two hundred bucks.
Did he ask you to do sex stuff?
Not at first. He asked me to do it topless, and I did.
Did he touch you?
No.
Did he ask you to touch him, his penis?
He asked but I said no.
And how many times did you massage him?
Less than twenty. Like maybe around fifteen.
And did he ever touch you? You say you had intercourse with him.
(There is some distress on the victim's part at this characterization) Just the last time.
And he paid you every time?
Yes. Two hundred, then later three hundred. Basically because he started jerking off toward the end of the session. And no, I did not jerk him off. (I'm summarizing here, so ive condensed a bunch)
Did he want you to watch?
Not explicitly. But he was naked on a table jerking off while I massaged his head or torso, so….
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And the intercourse, when was that?
Thst was the last time, the DAY BEFORE MY EIGHTEENTH BIRTHDAY.
And was anybody else there?
Well, earlier in the week I had been there to massage, and Nadia, the girl in her 20s who lived there and recruited me, had sex with him on the table and he wanted me to watch and touch her breasts.
And did you?
I did.
And how did the intercourse come about?
He had me lay down on the table and said he was going to crack my back, which he had done before, and then he just crawled on top of me and put it in.
And did he pay you?
Yeah, three hundred.
Did he give you anything else? Like a car, or jewelry?
He gave me a digital camera to take pics of myself with, and some expensive bra and panty sets.
When?
For my eighteenth birthday. That last day. I didn't go back. I didn't want any of that anymore.
You mean since the intercourse?
Right.
Okay. You realize that what you were doing was a crime? You were committing prostitution.
What?
You were committing prostitution. Does your father know?
No.
Now I have to ask: Are you still a prostitute?
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WHAT THE ACTUAL F#%K, FLORIDA?!