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RELENTLESS PURSUIT: MY FIGHT FOR THE VICTIMS OF JEFFREY EPSTEIN ® 
try to kill him. While I had never heard anyone say that Epstein had this fear, I had 
often wondered how it never happened. He continued to talk in a low voice, primarily 
on the subject of the young females in Epstein's life. He confirmed what many others 
by this point had said—that Epstein's entire life, from the time he woke up to the time 
he went to sleep, revolved around young women. 
As soon as Jeffrey got out of jail in 2008, there were girls at his house all the time 
—the only thing that changed was the target age of his victims. They were all prom-
ised something that Jeffrey would do for them, and at some point, this bodyguard 
expressed his concern to Jeffrey about his misleading them. He said, "You just got out 
of jail, you can't keep doing this with these girls." He made it clear that Epstein was 
engaging in the same conduct that landed him in trouble in the first place but with a 
slightly older age group, focusing his attention not on rounding up high school kids, 
but on the modeling industry as his recruiting playground. 
These were girls who believed they were there—wherever "there" was at any given 
moment—for a legitimate reason, not illicit sex. But Jeffrey's purpose with them was 
sex and only sex. His bodyguard watched as dozens of young aspiring models were 
lured into Epstein's world before being discarded, more broken than before. When 
this bodyguard told Epstein that he shouldn't keep doing this with girls, he said Ep-
stein responded, "Don't act like my grandma or you will be fired." 
Yes, he confirmed that 
tried to swim off the island, but her attempt showed 
no greater level of distress than he'd seen in other girls throughout the years. The rest 
of our meeting had little to do with girls, and much to do with the danger he saw me 
putting myself in with…
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