The man Jeffrey isn’t as palatable a figure for most people as might be given in leniency, and this was proved time and again.
It was a nightclub chat-up line that led to a brushoff because he mentions closely kept prostitutes. A car salesman saying no to a sale because of lewd comments and two ‘girlfriends’ stood with him in the showroom. A restauranteur fed up with a rowdy customer who’s asked to leave.
It’s part of the trail of Jeffrey Epstein, and people taking him to task. It was the stink he left behind, made up of his activity. He was an odious figure for many people a long time before he died in a jail cell.
The nub of his departure from London is a row of houses in central London. He got a viewing for one of them, through a private channel, but he didn’t make the best impression. It fell through for him.
In fact, the spokesperson who arranged it had said afterwards, “He’s the worst man I’ve ever met.” It wasn’t a good experience, and weirdly so. “What does he do?”, he continued, even feeling hysterical. He broke off saying, “What’s his problem, anyway?”, having made his point clear.
In his personal space, the life of Epstein had become his enclosure, a cocoon of safety. But to those who had brief encounters with him, it was obvious why it was that way. He needed it to be so.
His rejections were overwhelming in places. He’s reported to have been whisked away from two provincial French towns, was thrown out of a major city in Spain, and received a no reply message from Italy in response to his request for permission to reenter the country.
His life clearly fell apart, and after his suicide later, some felt vindicated – to an extent – believing he just had a lot of secrets to hide. The question is what they had to say when so much of his lifestyle and private activity spoke for him regardless.