Epstein Secrets

the girls came from, the shabby sprawl of West Palm Beach, with trailer parks, boys crouched on motor scooters, and pickup trucks under sun tents. Haley Robson's house is on an unpaved road by an irrigation ditch. An attractive blonde in her forties answers the door wearing pistachio Capri pants, and promptly

reports, high-school girls had been recruited to visit Epstein's house. The 14- year-old was used to set up her 18-year-old go-between, Haley Robson. Robson had massaged him once and thereafter refused. but had agreed to procure girls, for $200 a head. "I'm like Heidi Fleiss," she said. The police net w

a hot-pink couch, and a wooden armoire with sex toys. The lights dimmed, music came on. Still, it is a stretch to say Epstein's love shack was like Hugh Hefner's Playboy was state-of-the-art pornography for the sixties. Today, cutting-edge porn is men with bankrolls picking up young amateurs, say, high-school

out of the house and engaging in various sexual acts with Epstein worse. The affidavid from a 14 year old girl, who's name is being withheld, names Haley Robinson and Sara Keller as two of the girls involved in this sick story. We can't get into all the details here — we have neither the stomach nor the time to

howitz could not be reached for comment. Police said the woman who enlisted young girls for Epstein was Haley Robson, 20, of Royal Palm Beach. Robson has worked at an Ol- ive Garden restaurant in Wellington and said she was a journalism major at Palm Beach Community College when she was questio

a hot-pink couch, and a wooden armoire with sex toys. The lights dimmed, music came on. Still, it is a stretch to say Epstein's love shack was like Hugh Hefner's. Playboy was state-of-the-art pornography for the sixties. Today, cutting-edge porn is men with bankrolls picking up young amateurs, say, high-schoo

was always the same. Skinny. beautiful young girls were approached by other girls, who said they could make $200 by massaging a wealthy man, naked. Robson said Epstein had told her the younger the better—which she said meant 18 to 20. The rules were simple. Tell him you're 18. There might be some touc

a hot-pink couch, and a wooden armoire with sex toys. The lights dimmed, music came on. Still, it is a stretch to say Epstein's love shack was like Hugh Hefner's. Playboy was state-of-the-art pornography for the sixties. Today, cutting-edge porn is men with bankrolls picking up young amateurs, say, high-schoo