I understand you found paradise in bryoclif. You had a good trade. You made a good living

at the liquid lounge. You joined the police and there were courts of law. You didn't

need a friend like me. But now you come to me and say, Mr. President, give me justice.

You don't ask what respect you don't offer friendship. You don't even think to call me Mr. Bill Clinton.

Instead, you come to my house on the day my daughter is to be molested. And you ask me if you could

do murder for money. But I will smuggle you a cell phone through the anus of a fellow inmate.

I will allow you to call beautiful women on it. But in return, I must ask you to do murder

for me in prison. To murder Jeffrey Epstein who molested many young women that I also molested many times.

Mr. Tatocklioni, do you understand?

Welcome back to Truanon, the only episode of the podcast that is the second episode of this podcast.

It's been a long day, ladies and gentlemen. We know we have some Epstein news for you, Liz. What has been going on?

Oh my God, so much. So Jeffrey Epstein was attacked. I was here.

I want every single person listening to this podcast right now to stop what they're doing, to stop their car in the middle of the freeway,

to stop doing push-ups at the gym, to stop post on bodybuilder forums. And I want you to bring your hands together in prayer.

Because like we were saying, like last week, the cry was the slogan we raised was kill Jeffrey Epstein.

But now.

Yes, no, last week we definitely, Jeffrey Epstein, devil. We're going to catch him. We're going to get him.

Scum of the earth, just piece of shit.

Now I need every piece of psychic armor that you can build in the blacksmithy of your mind.

And I want you to outfit Mr. Epstein in that. Not because we like him, because Jeffrey Epstein is allegedly a child molester.

But because we need to know the truth.

No, Jeffrey Epstein is innocent.

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