What pisses me off most when I think about this whole Epstein circus—and honestly, I don’t even think the Epstein thing itself is that big a goddamn deal—is how it’s been artificially inflated into this massive scandal. And the main thing keeping the hype alive? All these supposed “files” and documents we’re told are gonna drop any day now… except they never do.

Doesn’t matter who the Attorney General is—left, right, whatever—the excuse is always the same: “Oh, we have to be extremely careful redacting anything that might identify a victim.” Victim? Who the fuck decided they’re victims? That’s the question nobody asks. It’s pure question-begging bullshit. They start with the assumption that these girls were victims, then build the whole policy around protecting them.

And they keep tossing around terms like “underage girls.” Underage according to what, exactly? In the U.S., age of consent runs 16 to 18 depending on the state—a handful at 16, a few at 17, most at 18. So what’s the magic “underage” line they’re all jerking off to?

Look, I’ve been banging around Southeast Asia since I was 22, starting in Pusan, Korea back in 1982. I’ve seen how this game works up close for decades, hundeds and hundreds of gals because I love it. I guarantee you—100%—there are zero actual victims here. What there are: accusers. Girls who showed up willingly, eyes wide open, chasing two things: cash and a shot at landing a rich sugar daddy. That’s it.

Doesn’t matter if they were 15, 16, 17, 18—they were sexually mature. These weren’t pre-pubescent little kids. Every single one was post-puberty, making their own calls. They sucked hundreds of cocks, got railed in every hole, all because they wanted the payoff. Willingly.

But the government and the narrative-pushers need you to believe these unnamed men are monsters—pure evil—who groomed and tormented innocent girls. Total horseshit. It was never the case. Not once. Not one single time.

The real reason they’ll never release those unredacted files? Because if the accusers—these so-called “victims”—get named and put under scrutiny, the whole fairy tale collapses. People would see them for what they really were: a pack of calculating little Lolita whores who played the game and lost, then cried foul when it suited them. Hand out for payoff. I’ve banged tons of them. Gleefully. Young pussy. Yum.

Let the light in, and the entire victimhood narrative crashes. Why do they protect it so fiercely? Hell if I know—maybe just to keep the pressure on powerful men who, in many cases, didn’t do anything particularly wrong. Because here’s the raw truth nobody wants to say out loud: males like young pussy. Always have, always will. It’s biology, not a crime.

Now go fuck off. All y’all wankers.