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MILO
@Nero
Once upon a time, last year in fact, a PR girl with a blaccent and a room full of polyester wigs decided she was owed millions of dollars because Ye had fired her rudely and in a group chat. I didn’t agree. So after we’d both left the company, while her absurd and dishonest lawsuit was marinating in the cauldron, I spent a year convincing her we were besties. I smiled at her Thanksgiving anecdotes, nodded as she told me her hopes and dreams, gave deliberately terrible legal advice, and even learned the names of her nieces and nephews.
She hatched a scheme to retire off Ye and was so giddy at the prospect that she didn’t pay too much attention to the details I proposed or the 11-page Yeezy confidentiality agreement she cheerfully signed in front of me after six months bragging that she had evaded our NDA. It almost felt rude to interrupt her, she was on such a diabolical roll.
This morning, her dream came to a shattering end when she read for the first time the name of Yeezy’s lead witness against her: Milo Yiannopoulos. She is—how do I put this delicately?—fucked beyond belief, for reasons best revealed in court pleadings. Which of course they will be. Because our entire friendship was a fiction, designed to delay and defang a baseless, shameless, revolting stab at extortion.
And, well, goodness me, Twitter friends, you can’t imagine the sort of remorse I’m feeling right about now for misleading the poor girl and for what a terrible state it has left her bogus claims in. (You actually can't—as in, literally, it's not possible.) This time last week she was planning how to spend Ye’s millions, convinced she was on course for a seven figure score. How sad. A BITCH TRIED. YZY TIL I DIE
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4:33 AM · May 1, 2025
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