Following the about-got-damn-time news that Ghislaine Maxwell––Jeffrey Epstein’s alleged partner in despicableness––was arrested last week, more awful stories will probably continue to be released over the next while. That’s because Ghislaine is reportedly (and I use the word “reportedly” loosely since it’s coming from The Sun) now cooperating with FBI, and so many powerful people probably spent their Fourth of July trying to send a stack of cash and sleeping pills to the prison guards guarding her.
Speaking to The Sun, Jeffrey’s mentor and partner in one of the biggest Ponzi schemes in history, Steven Hoffenberg, who is also close to the Maxwell family, is back again and claiming this time that he is confident that Ghislaine will fully cooperate with investigators. Steven, who btw, was sentenced to 20 years for his role in the Ponzi scheme and has since turned his life around, says that the FBI has known about Ghislaine’s involvement and whereabouts for a while and that everything is finally falling into place.
“They knew where she was all the time [in New Hampshire]. It was a question if America was going to take the case or not, now America has made up its mind to take the case.
She’s going to cooperate and be very important. [Prince] Andrew may be very concerned, and there’s a lot of people very worried, a lot of powerful people been named [in the scandal], and she knows everything. She’ll totally cooperate.”
Steven has said before that Ghislaine didn’t think she’d ever get arrested and that she’ll sing like a drunk mom at a backyard barbecue when a Shania Twain song comes on (same) because she won’t be able to take the scratches that prison sheets will leave on her delicate rich lady skin.
”Andrew handled it poorly, very poorly, he should have spoken to them through his lawyers, and given them some guidance. He should have given them something.”
Poor, poor Prince Andrew’s housekeepers. Just think of how they’ll have to try to keep their heaves to a minimum while scrubbing his shit-stained royal bloomers from him shitting himself while trying to figure out how to smuggle Frette sheets, Diptyque candles, and caviar into Ghislaine’s prison, so she won’t scream, “MERCY! MERCY! I’LL TELL YOU EVERYTHING ABOUT ANDY,” when the guards look at her blankly after she asks them where the bidet and cashmere butt wipes are.