In this extended episode you can listen to my interviews with the ex-boyfriends of Epstein’s most famous accuser, the late Virginia Giuffre, harrowing comments from the mother of one of her victims, and hear the TRUE story behind the headlines.
Coming up later this week: My ‘Epstein News in a Nutshell’ newsletter, an op-ed I’ve written that exposes how lawyers conspired with psychologists to influence the testimonies of Epstein accusers (for cash, as usual), some coverage of ongoing high-profile criminal cases, and the first entry of my long overdue war diary (typed away at whilst spending most of my time in a bomb shelter in Kyiv).
In case you missed the last episode of The Life & Death of Jeff, in which I cover Virginia Giuffre’s back story and first false allegations, you can watch, listen or read it by clicking the link below.
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Without further delay, here is the full transcript for episode seven:
Welcome to part seven of The Life and Death of Jeff. In this episode we’ll continue the rocky journey through the Jeffrey Epstein scandal by exploring how Virginia Giuffre became one of Jeff’s biggest recruiters. This episode also contains parts of my interviews with Virginia’s ex-boyfriends and with the mother of one of her victims.
So, let’s begin by me taking you back to the fateful day when that victim’s life was pushed down a path from which she’d never return.
It was a typical Floridian Spring Sunday. A heat haze rose above the sun-battered car bonnet. Inside, the blonde-haired, tanned 18-year-old Virginia Roberts sat beside her boyfriend Tony, staring through the windscreen, eyes fixed on the front door as it finally swung open. A 15-year-old brunette stepped out onto the driveway. She’d dashed down from her bedroom, a room festooned with pinks and purples and blu-tacked boyband posters where, moments earlier, with a mixture of excitement and anxiety, Virginia, three years her senior, had helped her get ready for her first “business trip”.
Virginia, a legal adult then known by her nickname, Jenna, had willingly chosen Carolyn Andriano as her next mark, a girl whom she could use to make some easy “commission” by grooming her and delivering her to the old rich guy’s house in their hometown of Palm Beach. She’d already told Carolyn how she needed to dress, instructing her how to do her makeup and present herself as being older than she actually was. For Carolyn, already more physically developed than many of the other girls her own age, it wasn’t particularly hard to pull off. “Virginia gave me clothes,” she would later tell the Daily Mail. “She gave me these really tight skimpy shorts with a spaghetti strap top with all my cleavage hanging out. She just said, ‘whatever you do, don’t say your age.’”
But as a precaution, just in case the man in the mansion asked questions, Virginia had prepped her to say she was over 18. This wasn’t something new to Carolyn. She’d done it before, initially having told her boyfriend, Shawn (a close friend of Tony), that she was 17, her deception being quickly rumbled, however, when he arrived at her birthday party and saw her true age printed on the shiny balloons. But this time, there wouldn’t be any glaring indicators to give the game away. No friends and family. No birthday balloons. Just a short drive with a young adult, Virginia, an awkward introduction, a massage, and then she could depart, $300 wealthier. Shawn was with her, too, seemingly fine with the arrangement. But was it really going to be as easy as Virginia had pitched it to her? Was a guy really willing to pay her, an unqualified schoolgirl, such a huge sum of money just to rub down his back?
Pushing these questions to the back of her mind, she slumped casually into the leather passenger seat of Virginia’s car and buckled up her seat belt. Virginia darted her a smile, asking her how she was, reminding her of the importance of lying about her age should Jeffrey probe her on it – then she turned the Britney Spears song up to full blast, and Tony reversed them all out of the driveway.
Arriving at the pink mansion (Jeffrey Epstein would eventually have it painted white), Shawn and Tony waited in the car as Virginia lead Carolyn through the gates, into the tiled kitchen, and up a flight of stairs. Within moments, the 15-year-old Carolyn found herself standing beside Virginia in Jeffrey’s en-suite, curiously scanning the dresser, closet, steam room, and a polka-dot-patterned couch.
But she didn’t get a chance to sit down. “We walked into the little closet area, and she [Virginia] was pulling out the massage table,” Carolyn would recall many years later during her examination on the stand, adding that Virginia then showed her “where all the massage oils and lotions were kept, in the bottom drawer of the dresser that is on your left-hand side”.
Her testimony, given under oath, continues: