I'm going to be able to live. Oh, The place the hill offered escape from a corrupt world, a strict community where followers found

purpose and where others found meaning, like an army of ants rushing forward as one.

Some calls it a refuge for the loss, others spoke of the leader's ability to cleanse the dirt from souls themselves.

Arriving at the secluded outpost, you're guided into a dimly lit building.

The air is noticeably thick with incense, chance, low and rhythmic.

It felt ritualistic, like a place heavy with secrets.

A robed figure hands you a bitter drink.

This will purify you, they say, with a low growl. You drink, feeling the room

pulse, the energy rising, but then everything changes in an instant. The quiet chanting shifts to a pounding base. The robes vanished

replaced by leather and sequins. You blink in confusion as people dance around

you laughing and smearing themselves with copious amounts of baby oil.

So much baby oil, you begin to wonder if perhaps there was an unlimited supply somewhere nearby.

The air now rigged of cologne and sweat, a voice spoon from the back of the room, there in the middle of the chaos,

since a man on a large white couch laughing maniacally. P. Diddy. A neon sign above

in flashes, Welcome to the Freakoff. He grins amidst the chaos.

The air buzzes with electricity as party-goers wave marital aids like trophies.

It was too much for you to bear. You look around disorientated where you catch sight of a large

mirror on the far wall. Someling towards it, you wipe away a smear of baby oil from the glass

desperate for clarity. But the reflection that stares back at you isn't your own it's

Jeffrey Epstein's.

Come on that's it. No way. I was expecting more. Come on. I was like I thought I was going to keep going on. I did what you wanted. I made it Jeffrey Epstein. You what is it you know what I liked it I'm not a hater I just I thought I'd keep going

No, I can't go further I can't go further I can't go further the Jeffrey Epstein trade that's that's how all of them should end just you are Jeffrey Epstein

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