Epstein Secrets

it; with a long jaw and a carefully coiffed head of silver hair, • he looks like a taller, younger Ralph Lauren. A raspy Brooklyn accent betrays his Coney Island origins. He spends an hour and fifteen minutes every day doing advanced yoga with his personal instructor, who travels with him wherever he goes. H

t can be presumed that he took a rakeoff--maybe the usual 5 percent--from Columbian cocaine coming into the country through Cuba and Mexico. One of Vince Foster's jobs was to make runs between the White House and Swiss Banks. Plus that useful fellow who was dug up from Arlington Cemetery was his Ambassador to

ster died doing this very job. 30 posted on 10/20/2002 9:53:46 AM PDT by bert [ Post Reply I Private Reply I To 14 I View Replies ] To: bert Poor Foster....guess he screwed up and didn't get top dollar, for the clique huh? 31 posted on 10/20/2002 9:56:28 AM PDT by Liz [ Post Reply I Private Reply I

o one to make out with because the girls all had to be beyond reproach. The closest we ever came to a good squeeze was when we went to the Cyclone at Coney Island. We were all scared, but figured the girls would be more frightened and would cuddle up to us during the dangerous ride. Sometimes we tried to pick u

e “finicula, funicula,” American songs by Stephen Foster, and an assortment of religious and Zionist Hebre

ussies stems from my pre-adolescent days when pubic hair was such a big taboo that | became obsessed with it. In those pre-bikini days, | would go to Coney Island and stroll around the sand, sneaking glances at ladies in the hope of finding a few stray curlicues of forbidden pubic hair peeking out from their va

eagan—his motivation was to impress actress Jodie Foster so she would go out bowling with him--yet he was