She begins:

“Weeks before my seventeenth birthday, I was walking toward the Mar-a-Lago spa, on my way to work, when a car slowed behind me. I wish I could say that I sensed that something evil was tracking me, but as I headed into the building, I had no inkling of the danger I was in. In the car was a British socialite named Ghislaine Maxwell .”

She continues:

“Mar-a-Lago employees are required to make guests feel welcome. The woman’s eyes alight on my book, which I’ve jammed with sticky notes. ‘Are you interested in massage?’ she asks.”

She’s excited. She goes to an address to learn how to give massages and earn more. Her Dad drives her.

“ Jeffrey has been waiting to meet you,” Maxwell said, starting up the stairs. “Come.”

Afterwards, the girl went home and tried to sho

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