"Gee, Brick –– where do I begin? Because the long list of sick fucks who made the 'Hajj' to 'Pedophile Island' reads like a veritable 'Who's Who' of billionaires, politicians, celebrities and royals a la Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous. The Blue Blood swamp dwellers of The Ruling Class who rise like Nessie from every Loch of the political and ideological spectrum to get their rocks off. Nothing in common but their shared perversions, and godlike sense of entitlement... like Tiberius, who used to have little boys delivered up for his carnal pleasure – only to order them tossed over a 1,000 foot cliff once he was done with them. Perversion at this scale knows no allegiance other than the shared instinct to manipulate the levers of power and government to 'exploit the masses' and 'cover their asses'..."

"Get to the point, Frank."

"Trump's and Epstein's favorite place to get their rocks off was on Epstein's private plane nicknamed the 'Lolita Express.' Where 'Pedophile Islanders' joined 'The Mile High Club.' Where they could trade jokes about being 'above the law' while simultaneously breaking statutory rape laws across multiple states. It's where The Donald could truly let his hair down, trying out his favorite go-to pick-up line – 'you remind me of my daughter' – on prey so young they probably reminded him of Ivanka before she got the braces, or the breast implants.

"It's also," I said with a wink, "the same place where he nailed one of his favorite nude models for the first time...The Future First Lady."

"Get to the point, Frank."

"Your smoking gun is the Russian organized crime syndicate The Donald partnered with back in the day... laundering their money through the Trump Organization when no reputable bank would touch the bankrupt playboy with a ten foot pole. Because those were the exact same fuckers who were simultaneously keeping Epstein's child sex ring stocked with the youngest, the prettiest, the most vulnerable. Lolitas 'cherry'-picked from the former Soviet republics where those same gangsters once served, either as communist officials, or their goons. Girls as young as 11 or 12 often snatched off the streets because they matched a specific set of preferences passed along by one of Epstein's regulars.

"Get to the point, Frank."

"Earlier this year, my advice might have been to 'follow the money.' But during the past few weeks, we've begun picking up intercepts of Epstein trying to contact Putin through multiple channels. The foreign minister, etc. Trying to trade information on Trump for god-knows-what. His ties, apparently, go straight to the top. One has to wonder whether he's been in bed with the Kremlin all along, funneling them Kompromat, videos, etc., ever since the first Lolita arrived from the Motherland.

"Epstein appears to be growing more panicked by the day. But, unfortunately for him, he also appears to have outlived his usefulness. His Russian handlers won't even take his calls anymore. Too hot to handle. We have reason to believe someone in Trump's inner circle wants him dead. Maybe Bannon, maybe Acosta, maybe Thiel, maybe others. It's like Murder on the Orient Express –– They all have motive. It's just a matter of time. My best guess is, they'll try to make it look like suicide. Or maybe a drug overdose. You should try to get to him before they do. Mine him for everything you can get. Show him no mercy. Anyway, that's my best advice."

"Are you suggesting I should 'disappear' him?"

"That's up to you, Brick. But if I were you, I'd stop short of that thing where you take a bite out of his liver. No telling where that thing has been."

"Gee, Brick –– where do I begin? Because the long list of sick fucks who made the 'Hajj' to 'Pedophile Island' reads like a veritable 'Who's Who' of billionaires, politicians, celebrities and royals a la Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous. The Blue Blood swamp dwellers of The Ruling Class who rise like Nessie from every Loch of the political and ideological spectrum to get their rocks off. Nothing in common but their shared perversions, and godlike sense of entitlement... like Tiberius, who used to have little boys delivered up for his carnal pleasure – only to order them tossed over a 1,000 foot cliff once he was done with them. Perversion at this scale knows no allegiance other than the shared instinct to manipulate the levers of power and government to 'exploit the masses' and 'cover their asses'..."

"Get to the point, Frank."

"Trump's and Epstein's favorite place to get their rocks off was on Epstein's private plane nicknamed the 'Lolita Express.' Where 'Pedophile Islanders' joined 'The Mile High Club.' Where they could trade jokes about being 'above the law' while simultaneously breaking statutory rape laws across multiple states. It's where The Donald could truly let his hair down, trying out his favorite go-to pick-up line – 'you remind me of my daughter' – on prey so young they probably reminded him of Ivanka before she got the braces, or the breast implants.

"It's also," I said with a wink, "the same place where he nailed one of his favorite nude models for the first time...The Future First Lady."

"Get to the point, Frank."

"Your smoking gun is the Russian organized crime syndicate The Donald partnered with back in the day... laundering their money through the Trump Organization when no reputable bank would touch the bankrupt playboy with a ten foot pole. Because those were the exact same fuckers who were simultaneously keeping Epstein's child sex ring stocked with the youngest, the prettiest, the most vulnerable. Lolitas 'cherry'-picked from the former Soviet republics where those same gangsters once served, either as communist officials, or their goons. Girls as young as 11 or 12 often snatched off the streets because they matched a specific set of preferences passed along by one of Epstein's regulars.

"Get to the point, Frank."

"Earlier this year, my advice might have been to 'follow the money.' But during the past few weeks, we've begun picking up intercepts of Epstein trying to contact Putin through multiple channels. The foreign minister, etc. Trying to trade information on Trump for god-knows-what. His ties, apparently, go straight to the top. One has to wonder whether he's been in bed with the Kremlin all along, funneling them Kompromat, videos, etc., ever since the first Lolita arrived from the Motherland.

"Epstein appears to be growing more panicked by the day. But, unfortunately for him, he also appears to have outlived his usefulness. His Russian handlers won't even take his calls anymore. Too hot to handle. We have reason to believe someone in Trump's inner circle wants him dead. Maybe Bannon, maybe Acosta, maybe Thiel, maybe others. It's like Murder on the Orient Express –– They all have motive. It's just a matter of time. My best guess is, they'll try to make it look like suicide. Or maybe a drug overdose. You should try to get to him before they do. Mine him for everything you can get. Show him no mercy. Anyway, that's my best advice."

"Are you suggesting I should 'disappear' him?"

"That's up to you, Brick. But if I were you, I'd stop short of that thing where you take a bite out of his liver. No telling where that thing has been."

"Trump's and Epstein's favorite place to get their rocks off was on Epstein's private plane nicknamed the 'Lolita Express.' Where 'Pedophile Islanders' joined 'The Mile High Club.' Where the bros could trade jokes about being 'above the law' while simultaneously breaking statutory rape laws across multiple states. It's where The Donald could try out his favorite go-to pick-up line –– 'you remind me of my daughter' –– on prey so young, so vulnerable, so innocent-looking, they probably reminded him of Ivanka before she got the braces, or the breast implants."

"Get to the point, Frank."

"Your smoking gun is the Russian organized crime syndicate The Donald partnered with back in the day... laundering their money through the Trump Organization when no reputable bank would touch the bankrupt playboy with a ten foot pole. Because those were the exact same fuckers who were simultaneously keeping Epstein's child sex ring stocked with the youngest, the prettiest, the most vulnerable. Lolitas 'cherry'-picked from the former Soviet republics where those same gangsters once served, either as communist officials, or their goons. Girls as young as 11 or 12 often snatched off the streets because they matched a specific set of preferences passed along by one of Epstein's regulars. And, of course, there was no "customer" more 'regular' than Trump..."

"Get to the point, Frank."

"Earlier this year, my advice might have been to 'follow the money.' But during the past few weeks, we've begun picking up intercepts of Epstein trying to contact Putin through multiple channels. The foreign minister, etc. Trying to trade information on Trump for god-knows-what. His ties, apparently, go straight to the top. One has to wonder whether he's been in bed with the Kremlin all along, funneling them Kompromat, videos, etc., ever since the first Lolita arrived from the Motherland.

"Epstein appears to be growing more panicked by the day. But, unfortunately for him, he also appears to have outlived his usefulness. His Russian handlers won't even take his calls anymore. Too hot to handle. We have reason to believe someone in Trump's inner circle wants him dead. Maybe Bannon, maybe Acosta, maybe Thiel, maybe others. It's like Murder on the Orient Express –– They all have motive. It's just a matter of time. My best guess is, they'll try to make it look like suicide. Or maybe a drug overdose. You should try to get to him before they do. Mine him for everything you can get. Show him no mercy. Anyway, that's my best advice."

"Are you suggesting I should 'disappear him'?"

"That's up to you, Brick. But if I were you, I'd stop short of that thing where you take a bite out of his liver. No telling where that thing has been."