He was in and out of Epstein's NY party house. Sure, I had a massage, but kept my underwear on. Everyone else was there for some young stuff, but not me. And how many times did he visit the island? Anon asks what the hell else was there to do on that ugly island, except what the rest were doing.
Hey, Mikey, howling with laughter at your ravings is one of my favorite things to do. And insulting you is so easy, like taking candy from a baby. Your personal psychology has "progressed" from retarded defender of the criminal class, to outright foamer. I've got your communal bowl hangin' right here, pal.