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Britain's richest and most publicized heiress-Countess Edwina Mountbatten (below-with her husband) created a scandal in high society circles when she became involved with the sleek, sophisticated and-according to legend-sensationally well-endowed West Indian cabaret singer and pianist, Leslie 'Hutch' Hutchinson (above).

Edwina even commissioned Cartier to design a diamond-encrusted penis sheath for Hutch. According to legend, Hutch and Edwina became inextricably locked together sexually through a rare medical phenomenon known as vaginismus-which led to them being taken in flagrante delicto from the Mountbatten residence, Brook House in Park Lane, to a private hospital where doctors separated them.

Edwina's activities with Hutch became increasingly brazen, and were bitterly resented by her husband.

On the sly, Hutch added white screen sirens Tallulah Bankhead and Merle Oberon to his list of famous conquests

Leslie Arthur Julien Hutchinson was born on March 7, 1900, in Gouyave, a small fishing village on the island of Grenada. His parents saved hard to send him to the best local school and he became something of a child prodigy at the piano.

When he was 14, his father swept him off to a brothel, an experience which his biographer, Charlotte Breese, believes 'frightened and distressed him: he lost something more important than he gained- his childhood innocence.'

At 16, his parents paid to send him to medical school in America, but he ditched his studies and headed straight for Harlem, capital of the jazz scene, where he married a black Anglo-Chinese girl, Ella Byrd, and fathered a daughter, Lesley.

His father cut off his allowance. For a while he was destitute, but not for long. His overpowering good looks impressed one of New York's first families, the Vanderbilts, who scoured the art world for talent and introduced him to wealthy patrons of the jazz scene, where he soon made his name as a pianist alongside other jazz legends such as Fats Waller and Duke Ellington.

Arriving in Paris in 1924, and already flagrantly bisexual, he found a gay lover and patron in the composer Cole Porter, who wrote a hit song clearly based on Hutch's character:

I should like you all to know
I'm a famous gigolo,
And of lavender my nature's got just a dash in it...

Leading male matinee idol (at the time), Ivor Novello, also became his lover.

The biggest musical star of the day, Jessie Matthews, after a performance, heard Hutch singing to his own piano-playing in the orchestra pit one night. Transfixed by his melodious, dark velvet voice, she immediately urged him to become a solo cabaret performer.

Within a year, he had won recording contracts and had become a highly paid headliner at top London nightspots the Cafe de Paris, the Cafe Anglais and Quaglino's.

He bought a Rolls-Royce, a grand house in Hampstead, patronized London's best tailors, spoke five or six languages and was on friendly terms with the Prince of Wales.

But he was still a black man in an era of racial discrimination. When he entertained at lavish Mayfair parties, his fee was large, but he was often obliged to go in by the servants' entrance. This embittered him.

The first scandal surrounding him came in 1930, when he made the debutante Elizabeth Corbett pregnant. Her father vowed vengeance and pursued Hutch through the courts.

Elizabeth managed to get a Guards officer to marry her. They had a society wedding in Sloane Square but she was already three months pregnant, and it was not until she was in labor that she warned her husband the baby might be black. He was appalled. The child was removed at birth and put up for adoption.
But the enduring scandal of Hutch's life was his relationship with Edwina Mountbatten.

Producer, Bobby Jay, recalled their outrageous behavior to Hutch's biographer, Charlotte Breese: 'It was at a grand party.

'Edwina interrupted Hutch playing the piano. She kissed his neck and led him by the hand behind the closed doors of the dining-room. There was a shriek, and a few minutes later she returned, straightening her clothes.

'Hutch seemed elated, and before he returned to the piano, told me that, with one thrust, he had flashed [propelled] her the length of the dining-room table.'
Edwina showered costly keepsakes on Hutch: a jeweled gold cigarette case, a gold ring with her coat of arms engraved on the inside and a gold and diamond watch.

One night, Edwina's visibly distressed husband stumbled into Quaglino's restaurant and told the bandleader, Van Straten: 'I am lonely and sad and drunk. That n***** Hutch has a p**** like a tree-trunk, and he's f****** my wife right now.'

Hutch was to pay a heavy price for the affair. Buckingham Palace refused to have him on any Royal Command Performance bill, and Lord Beaverbrook gave orders that Hutch's name was never to be mentioned again by any of his papers.

During World War II, Hutch was one of the first stars in Britain to volunteer his services to entertain the Forces, but he received no formal recognition for this and his name would never appear in any Honors list.

He added possibly two members of the Royal Family to the notches on his bed-post. One was the Queen's aunt, Princess Marina, Duchess of Kent.

The other, allegedly, was Princess Margaret, with whom Charlotte Breese believes Hutch enjoyed a 'brief liaison' in 1955, when she was 25 and he was 55.
Edwina's death in 1960 symbolized for Hutch the end of his golden days.

On August 18, 1969, now 'virtually penniless,' Hutch died at the Royal Free Hospital, in Hampstead, from ' overwhelming pneumonia' at the age of 69.

Source: UK Daily Mail


The long-perpetrated image of the black man as an sexual god continues to flourish as the niche market for black male prostitutes in Thailand booms.

Escort services are now importing hundreds of prospective black gigolos from Jamaica and Africa into the Asian country to satisfy the surge in the demand for these services among the Thai female elite.

Apparently, this is a need that these black foreign prostitutes or have aptly satisfied. Thai women consider them "fiercer," more "thrilling" in bed than their Thai peers and "well built."

Such comments have triggered a fierce reaction from black men who live in the capital and have elicited several accusations of racial stereotyping. Christopher Thorpe, a 20-year-old Electrical Engineering major at Morgan State University said, "It is interesting when you look at the way black males are viewed as aggressive, virile lovers in society, but that is all we are seen as; we're not seen as intelligent, progressive or caring.

These same women who would pay [black men] for sex are those who ascribe to the same stereotype that we are violent and a general menace to society."

Another Morganite senior Aisha Goodridge felt that the issue went just beyond black men. "This is not surprising; it goes with the myth that women of different cultures believe that black men have a lot of sexual prowess," she said.

Rumors have been circulating for years regarding a murder contract taken out on P. Diddy several years ago. People have always wondered, what was the basis for this contract?

Allegedly, the stunning girlfriend of a powerful Detroit kingpin (who was incarcerated at the time) took a liking to Diddy at the dismay of her boyfriend. This woman was considered the most beautiful black woman in Detroit. It wasn't uncommon for her to wear $50,000 worth of clothes and bling on a daily basis. She also fancied expensive cars and was often seen rolling in a Ferrari or Rolls Royce.

Her boyfriend was allegedly a relative of Blade Icewood.

Blade was a member of the Street Lord'z rap group and is considered one of the most influential rappers in the Detroit underground rap genre.

On September 20, 2004, Blade Icewood was shot in his house in Oak Park, Michigan, a suburb of Detroit. He was hit with 7 rounds from an AK-47 assault rifle after gunmen broke into his house. Following the shooting, an officer stated that Icewood had refused to assist investigators in his shooting. He was left paralyzed from the chest down, confined to a wheelchair. Two days after his own shooting, a shooting outside of a Woodward Avenue nightclub left Wipeout, a rival rapper, dead.

On April 19, 2005, Icewood was shot while at a traffic light on 7 Mile Road West and Faust Avenue in the west side of Detroit. A gunman pulled up alongside Icewood's Range Rover and fired 17 rounds where he was sitting in his wheelchair.

The boyfriend allegedly hired the Best Friends organization to execute the contract on Diddy. Best Friends was a black mafia hit squad and drug cartel run by Terrence Boogaloo Brown and Rockin Reg Brown (brothers). Maserati Rick Carter (above) and Demetrius Holloway were also affiliated with this organization.

The murders tied to Best Friends exceeds over 100 known hits. “The Best Friends were also responsible for the most contract murders in the city of Detroit since Al ‘Scarface’ Capone’s Detroit-based hit squad the Purple Gang."

The contract on Diddy was aborted at the last minute for unknown reasons.

According to Clarence Lusane:

Frank Matthews was the 1st black drug kingpin in NY. He worked for Louis Cirillo, one of the mafia’s largest distributors, from 1944 until 1967 when he began to distribute drugs for the French Connection.

Within a year Matthews controlled a significant portion of drug distribution in nearly every city in the country. Between 1967 and 1971 Matthews grossed over $100 million.

According to a Justice Department report in 1976, 9 people supplying drugs to Matthews worked for the CIA.


By: Mark Skillz

This story starts in 1961 when a then twenty-six year old Betty Shue (a white woman) moved to Los Angeles, California from Austin, Texas. Though raised by redneck parents in a time of strict segregation, Betty dug soul food and Jimmy Witherspoon records.

It was at a hamburger stand in Lemert Park, where she soon caught the eye of an enigmatic stranger. The man – tall, slim and charming, was impeccably dressed, Betty recalled how “uncomfortable” he made her feel, “he was just sitting there looking at me”, she said between coughs. “But there was one thing that I knew for sure,” she states “and that was that he sure in the hell wasn’t from around there.”

That’s because according to Betty’s recollection the man was “elegant and refined” and looked like he could’ve been the president of a bank or a doctor. After a couple of weeks the mysterious man simply introduced himself to her as “Bob” and asked if he could take her someplace where they could eat something “other than hamburgers.”

“Are you gonna take me someplace where I can eat soul food and listen to some gut bucket blues?” she asked him, to which he answered, “Sure, my dear.”

When he picked her up that night he handed her an expensive black and gold dress to wear for the evening. Betty was instantly swept off of her feet by this mysterious man who not only correctly guessed her dress size, but also drove an impeccably clean old Chrysler with a record player in the back seat of the car.

At the time, Bob was sharing an apartment with his sick mother Mary Brown Beck and her caretaker Cookie. Mary was dying of heart disease. Deeply religious and proud she had serious concerns about her only son Bob. Day and night out loud, she prayed for his salvation. Betty remembers Mary constantly chastising him: “Bobby, you need to repent! Repent for all that you’ve done.”

“Mama, I will mama, I promise mama, I’ve changed you’ll see!” he swore and swore, but Mary didn’t believe him. One night from behind a closed door Betty overheard Mary warn him, “Bobby, don’t you take this pretty girl and put her on the street!”

At the time naïve country girl, Betty had no idea what Mary was talking about.

At the height of their courtship, Bob and Betty had been virtually inseparable for weeks. And then one night while Bob was away Mary and Cookie cornered Betty. “If you know what’s good for you, you better get away from him”, they warned her. Dumbfounded Betty asked why. “What has he told you about himself?” they pressed her, for which she had no answer. The two women looked at each other with knowing looks and said, “Girl, you better get a hint.”

Before she died, Mary gave Betty a final warning: “Don’t you trust him.”

Later that night when Bob returned Betty couldn’t contain herself. “You know Bob, we’ve talked a lot about me and nothing about you,” she said as she confronted him, “I’ve known you all this time and I don’t know a single thing about you. Tell me about yourself.”

“Where would you like for me to start at?” he responded.

“I dunno start from the beginning.”

“Tell you what; I’ll start at the end.”

Pausing Bob then took a seat and started his confession, “I was just released from prison over a year ago where I did ten months in solitary confinement at the Cook County House of Corrections.”

Betty says at that moment that her jaw hit the floor.

“I was captured on an old fugitive warrant because I escaped from prison thirteen years before.”

In a state of shock Betty’s head was spinning, because she believed her boyfriend – this “refined and elegant gentleman,” to have been a professional of some sort. Speechless she somehow managed to ask him, “What did you do to get locked up?”

“The original charge was robbery”, he said. “But I’m no thief. Stick ups, muggings and things like that weren’t really what I did.”

“Then what did you do?”

“I was a pimp.”


The streets of Chi-Town that Robert "Bob" Beck aka Iceberg Slim stalked some fifty and sixty years ago are long gone. But make no mistake; many of the landmarks are still there: 63rd and Cottage Grove, State Street and many other places are still physically there. But the street players, the hustlers, the gamblers, the crooked cops, the bars, the after hours spots, the Policy Kings, the whore houses, the drug dealers, the dope addicts, the neighborhood heroes and zeroes of that time are all gone. Many of the physical buildings are still standing, but, in many cases, they have been abandoned for so long that barely anyone remembers who owned them or what businesses were there. The nightspots and the people that bought life, laughter and sorrow to them are nothing more now than faded pictures in cracked frames stored in attics and basements.

But back in the good old days when Chicago was called “The Big Windy” if you were Black and drove a brand new Cadillac it meant one of four things: either you were a gangster, a numbers operator, a drug dealer or a notorious trafficker of flesh, translation: a pimp. In the ghettoes back then, nobody out shined a pimp.

Processed hair, pencil-thin moustaches, diamond rings, zoot suits, Stacy Adams shoes and flashy clothes told the story of how sharp a hustler’s game was. But what spoke just as loud as a player’s threads (that’s what clothes were called back then) and his hog (as Cadillac’s were called back then too) was his name, your name had to say something about you. If a hustler’s game was especially slick he might have a moniker like “Charlie Golden” or “Cadillac Sonny.”

On the cold and treacherous streets of “The Big Windy” in June of 1942 is where Slim would learn his craft. For twenty-three years, Slim hustled on the streets of Milwaukee, Indiana, Chicago, Cleveland and Detroit. These cities would later provide the backdrop for his books. Wherever there was a ho stroll or a whorehouse was where he sent his stable of girls to work.

Fast Forward:

That night back in the apartment Betty’s head spun like a top. Part of her didn’t want to believe what Bob told her. But she knew it was true.

Every night Bob would tell her the most fascinating stories about crooked cops and pimps, Murphy men and hookers, stick up men and drug addicts, con men and queers, cum freaks and tricks, Italian gangsters and pickpockets. She couldn’t wait for him to get home so that she could hear more. It wasn’t just the subjects that held her captivated it was also the language he used while narrating events. “Bob was the smartest man I have ever met in my life,” she says, “he had the widest vocabulary of anyone I have ever known.”

One of the first people Bob told Betty about was his mentor a notorious pimp – and killer, named “Baby” Bell. Born Albert Bell in Omaha, Nebraska in 1899, Bell – a gambler at the time, migrated to the Windy City sometime in 1930 from Minnesota. It is then that he caught the attention of the infamous Jones Brothers, an organization which ran vice in Black Chicago.

In the book, Pimp the character of Sweet Jones is based on Bell. Although Bob exaggerated Bell’s features – making him a huge black skinned giant, when he was really short, fat and light-skinned, Beck made no exaggerations at all about Bell’s infamy.

According to newspaper clippings from the Chicago Defender, Baby Bell was a psychopath who had a penchant for murder. On June 4th 1943 Bell shot and killed a good friend in cold blood. The Black press and the Black community were enraged as popular attorney Euclid L Taylor (the Johnnie Cochrane of his time) got him acquitted.

According to Slim's friend Lamar Hoke, Jr., Baby Bell was a “boss player” (as those in the life would say). “Here was a black man in the 1930’s mind you, that had a stable of Oriental prostitutes that used to chauffeur him around in his Duesenberg. He had a white ocelot that wore a diamond on its collar and had a long gold chain for a leash. He lived in an exclusively white area at a time when Black people didn’t do that kind of thing. He was politically connected downtown. He was virtually untouchable.”

Indeed Bell was invulnerable back then, according to the book Kings: The True Story of Chicago’s Policy Kings and Numbers Racketeers by Nathan Thompson, along with being a pimp, Bell was an enforcer for the Jones Brothers.

One night Betty approached Bob with a thought: “You know, if you put all of these stories in a book…people would buy it.”

In the history of African American, literature there had never been anything like Pimp. It was decades before the 1999 documentaries Pimp’s Up Hoes Down and American Pimp. And it definitely preceded the blockbuster films The Mack and Willie Dynamite by at least six years. It could be successfully argued that the blaxploitation genre itself was in part inspired by the runaway success of the book Pimp.

From the opening sequence to the very end, Beck narrated his life story in graphic visuals depicting a world where hustlers snort and bang (inject) cocaine, smoke gangster (weed) and ride the white horse of heroin to the zenith of ecstasy – and good doses of wild sex and violence are thrown in, too.

In detail Slim – holding nothing back, discussed his mastery of burying his foot in a bit**es ass, while maintaining what he called an “icy front.”

The story starts with a three year-old Slim being sexually molested by his babysitter Maude and ends with his release forty years later from the Cook County House of Corrections after wasting his life as a pimp and a con man. In between, he discusses a life that is devoid of love and warmth and full of regret. Chapter after chapter, Slim – with brutal cruelty beats his prostitutes as they plead for mercy through teary eyes. But to him their screams are seen as nothing more than mere bullshit.

Ironically, many of the people who knew Slim later in life would describe him as a “total loner” and a man who “vigilantly protected his emotions.”

“Black writers needed! Publisher will pay you for your stories.” Read the ad in the Sentinel Newspaper. Betty was floored. This was the break they were looking for. Slim submitted his manuscript for "Pimp." Months later, he signed with Holloway House and the rest is history!

Between 1967 and 1979, Beck wrote seven books that captured the brutally hard world of the ghetto. Moreover, he did it in a way like no writer of his time had done. He told stories of pimps, hookers, drug dealers, con men and gamblers in frightening detail. It was the first time that anyone had accurately captured the inner struggles of ghetto dwellers in the language of the street.

However, his rejection by the Black Power Movement was painful. In the late 60’s and early 70’s black militants didn’t take kindly to interracial relationships. Due to his former profession and white common law wife, the Black Panthers wanted nothing to do with Beck.

In 1970, incarcerated Bay Area pimp, Robert Poole was so riveted by Beck’s work that he too was inspired to write. On toilet paper, Poole wrote a screen treatment about his life entitled ‘The Mack and his Pack.” The film would later become a major Hollywood blockbuster The Mack starring Max Julien and Richard Pryor.

Bob’s last years on Earth weren’t happy. He had diabetes, a failing liver and was blind in one eye. Due to his many ailments, Bob became a recluse. In 2005, the Beck family filed suit against Holloway House for back royalties. In their suit, they state that Robert Beck/Iceberg Slim died penniless.

Iceberg Slim was survived by a common law wife and four daughters.



The following are yet to be proven allegations against the rapper Eve. People in Hollywood always wondered, how is she living beyond her means? Driving a Maserati, living in a multi-million dollar mansion, attending A-list parties with Sean Penn and Quentin Tarentino in attendance, etc.


Eve was mentioned in a U.S. Senate hearing on money laundering, it was discovered during the course of a three year federal probe that she allegedly washed money for her 38-year-old African boyfriend, Teodoro Nguema Obiang Mangue.

Nguema, allegedly laundered tens of millions of dollars stolen from the people of the nation his dad heads, Equatorial Guinea, in criminal acts that fund their lavish lifestyle. His dad is president Teodoro Obiang Nguema Mbasogo.

According to authorities: Eve and two Arizona lawyers, allegedly helped Nguema launder money via a shell company called "Sweet Pink." He spent $25,000,000 of his oil rich nation's funds to buy a mansion in Malibu. He also purchased a fleet of luxury cars, which include two Bentleys, a Range Rover, a Bugatti Veyron and a Maserati. Additional funds were used to establish a hip hop record label for Eve and others named TNO Entertainment.

Fast Forward:

Rumors are circulating that a non-celebrity African American female (money launderer) works discreetly with hip hop stars and rap labels involved in criminal activity. She's very discreet and "black market." She also uses an "secure courier network" on the black market. Black market couriers will deliver anything illegal (cash, weapons, drugs, Cuban cigars, etc.) and they leave no paper trail.

The rules of the game have changed, rappers don't use self launched labels to wash their cash anymore, this method has become obsolete.

Some illicit rappers still use hood accountants to launder their money.

The Colombian kingpins and cartels have gone high tech and sophisticated with the "Black Market Peso Exchange." I also have a passage in Ballin 9 where Lauryn is tapped to work for this network.

The Black Market Peso Exchange laundered $5 billion dollars in drug proceeds for Colombian traffickers last year.

Backstory on the Black Market Peso Exchange:

"Back in the day, you could deposit boxes of money inside a bank," says the man we will call "David," a Colombian money launderer who requested anonymity. "They would have rooms set up with counting machines and even employees from the bank. The banks used to help you set up accounts."

Another method which became popular in the mid 1980's was to simply fly the cash to off-shore banking havens like the Bahamas, Aruba, the Caymans and the British Virgin Islands and deposit it there. While this method is still used today, it became more difficult for traffickers as enforcement was strengthened at airports and seaports.

Because of restrictive Colombian currency controls and tax laws, a black market to exchange currency has existed for decades for Colombian traffickers and businessmen. Even a rich Colombian doctor who is sending his daughter to college in the United States will use the black market to buy dollars with which to pay the US tuition. He does that because he can save money.

So as banks around the world became stricter about money laundering laws, Colombian traffickers began avoiding using the legitimate bank system and started infiltrating the black peso exchange to launder their drug money. This sophisticated method would eventually become known as the Black Market Peso Exchange, and is still one the most successful money laundering methods ever devised.

"The Black Market Peso Exchange is perhaps the largest, most insidious money laundering system in the Western Hemisphere," says Raymond Kelly, Commissioner of the US Customs Service. "It's the ultimate nexus between crime and commerce, using global trade to mask global money laundering."

What the drug traffickers did is transform the black market into their own illegitimate international banking system. "The money side is like a completely separate business from the drugs," says David, who worked within the system for decades.

David is a money broker, just like any other money broker around the world, except the dollars he buys in America come from drug sales on the streets. Another benefit of the Black Market system is that David takes all the risk away from the drug traffickers. Once he picks up the drug money, it is his responsibility to get the pesos back to the traffickers in Colombia. If the money gets seized or something else goes wrong - he is responsible and could pay with his life if the money is not paid off.

The system is fairly simple. David gets a phone call from a Colombian trafficker or their US counterparts. They negotiate an exchange rate of Colombian pesos for US dollars, usually 40% below the official exchange rate. Once they agree on a price, the drug trafficker arranges to have his drug dollars dropped off at David's office or at some less conspicuous location.

"The money could be in boxes, shopping bags, suitcases, a car," David says. "Sometimes the money would be in the truck of a car and the traffickers would just give you the keys to the whole car." At that point, the trafficker's side of the deal is complete and he simply waits for pesos to be delivered into his Colombian bank account several days or weeks later. David now has to process the cash. He maintains a large staff of runners who take the cash and deposit it into hundreds of United States bank accounts in amounts of less than $10,000 per transaction. Once the money is in a bank, it can be moved and manipulated.

Source: FrontLine


If Nate Craft had his way, he would be living under a new name in a new city far from Detroit.

Instead he's stuck in his Michigan home, peering out the window, wondering whether the next person he sees will try to kill him.

In 1994, the former hit man testified against a Detroit drug gang in return for prosecutors reducing a first-degree murder charge for the killing of a drug dealer.

Released from prison in April, Craft thought he would enter the Witness Protection Program. Not only was he rejected, but his probation requires him to live in Michigan for the next two years. By forcing him to live in the same place as the people he testified against, many of whom were paid killers and already have been released from prison, Craft said his probation amounts to a virtual death sentence.

He was one of the most ruthless members of the vicious Best Friends, a hired hit man who killed 30 people in the mid 1980s. He was never charged with the other deaths. Now the tables have been turned. The hunter thinks he is hunted. Craft's federal and state probation officers also believe he's in danger.

By age 10, he committed his first robbery, records show. By 21, he was a twice-convicted felon. By 35, he had spent nearly half his life in prison. In 1984, Craft caught the eye of brothers Reggie and Terry Brown after winning a Toughman boxing contest at Cobo Center.

The Browns were the leaders of a burgeoning drug gang, Best Friends, which was about to ignite a ferocious drug war in Detroit, prosecutors said.

They wanted to know whether Craft could help prepare them for the battle that would follow. Best Friends began as enforcers for drug gangs, later ripped them off and finally killed some of them, Soisson said. Its 25 members didn't know each others' names, only their nicknames: Boogaloo, Ghost, KO, Lunchmeat. Craft was known as Boone because, like Daniel Boone, he was good with a knife. Flush with cash from the sale of crack cocaine, they drove around in Volvos, BMWs and Corvettes. They drank $100 bottles of Dom Perignon.

Craft taught the gang how to set up a hit by learning the target's daily travel patterns. That way, they could ambush the victim as he left or arrived at home or at work. Dressed in bullet proof vests and body armor suits, they packed M-16 and AK47 rifles and Uzi submachine guns. The gang killed 80 people, which included snitches, competitors, customers who owed money and sometimes family members, prosecutors said.

Members received $10,000 to $30,000 per murder, depending on how much the Brown brothers wanted a target dead. If the price was right, Craft said, he would kill anyone.

But then he turned on the gang after they killed his brother over a drug debt.

During his 1994 testimony against Best Friends, Craft said the gang kept a running list of the people it wanted to kill.

"There was a whole big list of them," he said. "Half the time I wasn't paying too much attention to it. We would just go out and start popping people."

Craft's testimony helped end the decade-long dominance of the gang, Soisson said. Dozens of gang members and associates were convicted of offenses ranging from peddling drugs to murder.

When he was trying to get parole in 2002, an assistant Wayne County prosecutor wrote a note on his behalf to the state Department of Corrections.

"He provided invaluable assistance, at great risk to himself, in achieving convictions of a number of individuals in a notorious murder for hire case in federal and state courts," wrote Bob Donaldson.

After his rejection for Witness Protection, however, law enforcement officials said there's little they could do for him.



Several years ago: A former celebrity sex club in New York (The Vault) is where Madonna shot several photos for her notorious SEX book. The infamous club played host to dozens of celebrity guests who come in to watch the bizarre sex shows-and occasionally participate in a few of their own according to Anthony Marini (club manager).

Marini alleges that Naomi Campbell visited the Sado-Masochist den on several occasions, and Tommy Lee came in with his ex-wife Pamela Anderson and a Pamela look-a-like. Marini says, "All three were whacked out and staggering. They went up on the second floor where there was a piece of equipment used to tie people up and beat them."

Marini adds: A popular actor from "The Godfather," triology was also a regular along with an once A-list actress who was rumored to have been a Presidential mistress to a U.S. President.

After these celebrity allegations surfaced, the club shut down!



Rich Man's Playground (Dark Side Of Fame Sneak Peek):

Author James Patterson fictionized this brothel in a book.

This brothel is housed within a multi-million dollar estate. Several luxury cottages are also located on the property.

Some of the most beautiful women and men in the world are recruited internationally to work at this brothel. Others are recruited through Ivy League college newspapers (in code).

The escorts are required to sign confidentiality agreements due to the fame and prominence of their clients.

This place of business in not advertised in Google because they don't cater to that kind of clientele.

On any given night, the place is in full swing. Each of the guest suits are occupied, and, the massage rooms, the spa, the screening rooms, the dungeon, even the mezzanine are hopping as patrons engage in girl-boy, girl-girl, boy-boy, girl-boy-girl.

This place employs 35-50 women at one time along with pretty boy escorts.

If an actor, sports superstar or an politician wants to rent the place out for a bachelor party, the fee is $150,000 dollars, transferred into a numbered account.

The cottages on the property are referred to as private VIP suites for any pre approved client who could afford it. The fees are rumored to start at $20,000 dollars a night, this fee is just for room and board. You have to pay extra to have the suite outfitted with the finest liquors and wines, a fully stocked gourmet kitchen, a marble steam room, Swiss shower, two fireplaces and a full complement of electronics, including separately wired phone lines with routing software and multi-frequency voice scramblers to make outgoing calls untraceable.

A percentage of the money generated from the VIP suites is routed to an offshore account in Seychelles.

The driveway was a virtual car show: Mercedes, Rolls, Bentley, Maserati, Aston-Martin's, Lamborghin's and Ferrari's.

The escorts earned $10,000-$20,000 (plus tips) per week. They ranged from clean-cut All American to Exotic. Several of the women were African-American and Brazilian model types but the majority were blondes.

This brothel is considered the most high end brothel to ever exist. Men traveled near and far to patronize this place. A man had to have at least a million in the bank to be considered for membership.

Clients Included: Powerful straight and closeted politicians, sports superstars, royal sheiks, actors, singers, hip hop moguls, Wall Street & Tech billionaires, corporate raiders, industrialists, lobbyists, etc. Several of the clients also included famous and powerful women.

Allegedly, this brothel was shut down, rumors persist, they are now operating overseas.


Chester Campbell (no photo available) was so lethal-he was feared by other hit men. He may be the most notorious hit man to come out of Detroit. His attire was always "black."

He was ruthless and others were in awe! He was also filthy rich.

Being the top black hit man in the country, he was able to charge $10,000 per hit in the 1970's. He was usually flown in by the client (all expenses paid) to execute the hit.

Cops didn't scare Campbell. During a pursuit, he tried to run them off the road.

Once, 4 guns (including silencers) were found in his car along with a "kill list" notebook that included 300 names of victims and dead informants as well as daily routines and the diagrams of homes.


by: Michael Hinkelman

Chanell Cunningham, former paramour and business partner of drug kingpin Maurice Phillips (pictured above with Phillips) were among those who testified against him at his trial in February, reaped her reward yesterday.

U.S. District Judge Curtis Joyner sentenced Cunningham to 12 years. Had Cunningham, who has been in federal custody since September 2007, not cooperated, Joyner said he would have sentenced her to 30 years.

The 37-year-old - a one-time vamp of the drug underworld who told jurors she dated only drug dealers - pleaded guilty in March 2009 to drug conspiracy and money-laundering offenses and agreed to cooperate with prosecutors.

The judge was unsparing in his critique of her, noting that she never turned away from drug dealing.

"You were living large, enjoying the benefits of the company," he said. "You lived with the bad guys and played with them. You were stylin' and profilin."

Cunningham had been one of the government's star witnesses against Phillips, who was sentenced last week to five life terms for running a $31 million, multistate cocaine-trafficking organization and for hiring a hit man to kill a cooperating witness.

She regaled jurors with her accounts of parties she organized at swanky midtown Manhattan hotels, of drug pickups on the New Jersey and Pennsylvania turnpikes and of using counting machines to tally drug proceeds that came in all denominations.

Cunningham was one of two government witnesses to link Phillips to the murder of Chineta Glanville, a federal witness that Phillips suspected had been cooperating with authorities against him. (The other was Phillips' cousin Bryant Phillips, who told jurors that Maurice Phillips had hired him to silence Glanville.)

Cunningham testified that Phillips told her in bed one evening that for her protection, he had Glanville killed.

Federal agents raided Glanville's Wyndmoor, Montgomery County, home in May 2002 and seized her computer and records. Glanville reportedly had told them she had laundered money for Phillips and other drug dealers.

Cunningham, a mother of two, told the jury she met Phillips at the 1998 NBA All-Star Game and later introduced him to several Philadelphia drug dealers who became good customers of Phillips.

After a while, Cunningham also introduced Phillips to Glanville.

Joyner likened her to the "vice president of personnel" for Phillips' drug organization.

Cunningham and Phillips occasionally lived together, and he lavished her with cars, jewelry, homes and cash, and even arranged for her to run an upscale boutique in Atlanta's fashionable Buckhead section.

But at his sentencing last week, Phillips didn't mention Cunningham by name and said those who testified against him deserved no better than he got from the criminal-justice system.


LOS ANGELES (CBS/KCAL/AP) Celebrity disc jockey Darrin Ebron is facing drug trafficking and money laundering charges along with 13 other suspects in an alleged coast-to-coast cocaine ring.

Police say the operation used private jets to smuggle hundreds of kilograms of cocaine via private jets from Southern California to Baltimore. Authorities seized nearly 300 kilograms of cocaine and $1.1 million.

Ebron, who's 43, runs Goodlife American Clothing and was the DJ at Eddie Murphy's 2008 nuptials in Bora Bora. His website say that his clientele included Usher, Christina Aguilera, Justin Timberlake and Kanye West.

Also indicted were Ricky Brascom, 28, and Charles Ransom Jr., 36, both of Los Angeles, and who are co-chief executive officers of Behind da Scenes Entertainment, whose main artist is rapper Paypa.

Brascom was the ring's leader, while Ransom shipped cocaine to his own distributors in Baltimore, authorities said.

Ebron and three others are being sought by investigators. Several arrests have already been made.

If convicted, each of the defendants could get life in prison.


COLUMBUS, Ohio (AP) — The family of an unarmed black woman who was shot and killed by a white police officer during a drug raid has settled a wrongful death lawsuit against the city for $2.5 million.

The death of Tarika Wilson, 26, ignited protests and debate about race relations in Lima, a northwest Ohio city where one in four residents is black. Wilson was holding her 1-year-old son in her arms when she died. The child was also shot and later had a finger amputated.

Police Sgt. Joseph Chavalia, who killed Wilson, was acquitted of criminal charges in her death and has since returned to work, though he is no longer allowed to patrol the streets.

Chavalia was part of a SWAT team that raided Wilson’s home in January 2008 looking for her boyfriend, a suspected drug dealer who later pleaded guilty to drug trafficking. Prosecutors said Chavalia recklessly fired three shots into a bedroom where Wilson and her six children were gathered, even though he could not clearly see her or whether she had a weapon.

The settlement, which must be approved by a federal judge, was announced Thursday by attorneys representing Wilson’s family and the city. The money will be placed in a fund set aside for Wilson’s children, city Law Director Tony Geiger said.

Wilson’s mother, Darla Jennings, could not be reached for comment Friday. A phone listing under her name had been disconnected.

“Darla Jennings, with help from Tarika’s sisters, has done an amazing job of raising these children,” her attorneys said in a statement. “This settlement will give her the resources to help the children even more.”

The city said the case was settled by the insurance company acting on its behalf — and is not an admission of liability. The city believes Chavalia “acted appropriately” during the raid, Geiger said in a statement. The money will be paid by the insurance company.

Chavalia testified at his criminal trial that he thought his life was in danger when he fired the shots. He said he saw a shadowy figure coming from behind the partially open bedroom door and heard gunshots that he thought were aimed at him. The gunfire he heard was actually coming from downstairs.

The settlement offers some vindication for Wilson’s family, said Jason Upthegrove, president of the local chapter of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People.

“He shot through a baby and killed an unarmed woman,” Upthegrove said. “And you’ve got a city administration standing behind the statement that he used appropriate action. I just think that is despicable beyond articulation.”

On Monday, the two-year anniversary of Wilson’s death, friends and family will gather for a candlelight vigil in front of the house where she died, he said.

“These six kids, the last images they have of their mother, she was laying in a pool of blood,” he said. “Every time you reach another one of these milestones, it’s just a glaring reminder of what an egregious act that was.”


By 1985, Casey Donovan's health had begun to deteriorate after contracting HIV, probably through his working as a rent boy for so many years. Ironically, he was the author of an "Ask Casey" advice column for gay men, in which he urged them to limit the frequency of their sexual encounters as a means of preserving their health. Perhaps because he assumed he'd already been infected, he didn't follow his own advice.

In his final film, while on set, Donovan sat in the corner of a room as faceless people arrived and inserted him with foreign objects. He was in his own world as he held a mayonnaise jar full of poppers (ethyl chloride). He was drooling from the mouth and was completely wiped out physically and mentally.

After losing his mind completely, Donovan died of an AIDS-related infection in Florida, he was 43.


Lodrick "Hit Man" Parker's motto was: Kill a target's entire family to get a message across. Parker was one of the most feared contract killer's on the East Coast.

He was based in Detroit but he also worked with kingpins in New York and Philadelphia.

Not only was Parker a killer for hire, he was also an arsonist for hire.

Parker was paid between $20,000-$50,000 dollars each time he committed a hit.

Parker was the hit man who killed Maserati Rick (featured above). After his death, Rick became a street legend because of his good looks, flamboyance and his habit of dating black models and actresses. He was also a rainmaker and the first black drug dealer (in Detroit) to have a direct connection to a Colombian cartel. Rick also owned a car wash that laundered his drug proceeds.

Rick was one of the few men in Detroit who didn't wear the same thing twice. He had a passion for Maserati's, bling, designer wear and gator's. Maserati Rick t-shirts are still sold in Detroit, and often sell out. At the time of his death, he had extended his illicit empire to Washington, D.C., Florida and Arizona.

While Rick lay in a hospital bed, surviving an earlier ambush, Parker disguised himself as an doctor, entered the room and executed Rick with one shot to the head.

Parker would later kill Demetrius Holloway (another kingpin) with one shot to the head in broad daylight.

Parker is currently serving two life sentences in a Michigan prison and he was never convicted for Maserati Rick's murder.


Before YBI (drug cartel), the black mafia family and the Chambers brothers, you had Eddie "Fatman" Johnson and Courtney (The Field Marshall) Brown. They laid the foundation for future Detroit syndicates like BMF.

The Fatman and Brown grossed $1 million dollars per day in drug proceeds.

Johnson and Brown also sold drugs to Motown stars.

Allegedly, David Ruffin was rumored to be one of their customers.

Johnson and Brown dominated the Detroit drug game in the late 1960's and early 1970's. They were also known to make it rain in poor urban neighborhoods.

Their sons currently own a production company (Big Boss Filmworks) which recently released a DVD titled: The Fat Man & The Field Marshall." A book is also being released.


Frank Lee Usher -- known as Big Frank Nitty was convicted of murder in one of
the Detroit's most bizarre crimes, the triple beheading murders of two men and a woman.

Earlier in the evening, Usher was seen talking to William Clark, Willie McJoy and Joanne Clark at the Michigan Federated Democratic Club, a social club on Detroit's east side, suddenly, they got into a narcotics dispute.

Later, the victims were found in a van abandoned several blocks from the club with their heads and hands cut off. Usher was also implicated in 11 other murders -- he is currently out of prison.

During his reign, Aretha Franklin's father (Rev. C.L. Franklin) was considered one of the most powerful black men on the East Coast. The FBI even had a file on Rev. C.L. Franklin.

The following "disturbing" information is included in C.L. Franklin's online biography. Hopefully, this is a untrue (below).

In 1940, C.L. Franklin fathered a daughter, Carl Ellan Kelley (née Jennings), by Mildred Jennings, "a 13-year-old" in his New Salem Baptist Church congregation.


According to our gay Hollywood source: Tiger Tyson (1st photo) and JoVonnie (2nd photo) are the top two-black gay adult stars on the planet due to the size of their manhood.

Our source says: Not only are they booked solid for movies but numerous black male celebrities (including gospel stars) aka "Size Kings," have tried to book them for physical encounters.

Their reps are allegedly fielding calls from famous men on a daily basis. Allegedly, some of these men have offered to pay upwards to five figures just to spend the night with one of them.

Other men try to disguise their cravings by requesting them for private dancing and/or erotic massages.

Allegedly, a large number of these calls come from Miami, Atlanta, New York and Los Angeles.

It's doesn't stop there. Our source added: "Male stars and athletes have also tried to book them for private sex parties in the Hollywood Hills by promising to cover their air fare, hotel accommodations and expenses and they've also been invited to yacht parties hosted by celebrities. Even male fans have tried to get at both men (out in the open) on social networking sites."


Tiger Tyson went into the adult industry at age 19 after serving fourteen months in prison for grand theft auto. He was recruited by a friend and fellow dancer at a gay club.


We thought we had covered all the DL and T-girl related activities involving black celebrities in the entertainment industry. We didn't!

According to our gay source: There's a very discreet and underground sleeper cell that caters to hip-hop powerbrokers, politicians, gospel stars and sports figures. This club is very exclusive and specializes in event planning for the downlow set.

When the famous guests arrive at the location, an attractive gay male host in a tuxedo, presents them with a bottle of expensive champagne and an lavish gift basket.

Our source adds: Their last function was titled: "Rubber Down-Rubber On," and was held in a rented estate that had a steam room on the premises, to give a gay bathhouse effect as men walk around seductively, with white towels wrapped around their waist.

There was over $1 billion dollars in the room that night.

Each bedroom had a tube of lubrication on the dresser as well as condoms.

Not only were highly paid male escorts and adult stars flown in via private jet but this party also included VIP (pre-op) Transsexual mistresses.

Some of the superstar men request: Prior to sex, that the male or TV escort be blindfolded, to maintain discretion.

Trusted drug suppliers (usually Colombian) supply an assortment of drugs prior to the party.

Everyone involved, including celebrities and escort agency bookers have to sign a confidentiality contract.

Membership requirements: Annual membership fee is $100,000 dollars and you have to be worth $1 million dollars or more to join.



The Beltrán-Leyva Cartel (Spanish: Cártel de los Beltrán Leyva) is a Mexican drug cartel and organized crime synidicate founded by the five Beltrán Leyva brothers: Marcos Arturo, Mario Alberto, Carlos, Alfredo and Héctor.

The cartel is responsible for cocaine transportation and wholesaling, marijuana production and wholesaling, and heroin production and wholesaling, controls numerous drug trafficking corridors, and engages in human smuggling, money laundering, extortion, kidnapping, murder and gun-running. The Beltrán Leyva brothers, who were formerly aligned with the Sinaloa Cartel, are now allies of Los Zetas.

Not only was Craig Petties affliated with the Beltran Leyva Cartel in Mexico but he was also affilated with the Black Mafia Family in the U.S.


by: Daniel Connolly

QUERETARO, Mexico — When the little girl saw the children move into the house nearby, she was excited.

"My daughter said, 'Oh, Mommy, I'm going to have neighbors to play with!'" her mother recalled.

But they never saw the children come out again.

The mother had seen the man of the house just once, as he moved in. She noticed he was black, a rarity in this part of Mexico. And she saw that men were constantly moving in and out of the house and the windows were always closed.

In an interview nearly two years later, she spoke through protective bars in her garage and asked that her name not be published.

Why was she nervous?

Heavily armed men had invaded her street and arrested the neighbor, filling the area with lights and the sound of trucks and helicopters. She had heard the footsteps of snipers on the ceiling as she and her family cowered inside.

And shortly after the raid, she had learned who the neighbors were: the family of a 31-year-old man who had emerged from the streets of South Memphis to become an internationally wanted fugitive.

By the time Craig Petties was arrested in Queretaro on Jan. 10, 2008, authorities say, he was operating a vast drug-trafficking business in conjunction with a branch of one of Mexico's most notorious cartels. They say it was an operation that spread violence and chaos on both sides of the border.

Petties still awaits trial, and he and his lawyer have declined comment.

But the story of his arrest and deportation back to Memphis shows how deeply drug money has affected even the most promising corners of Mexico, a country with a historically weak government and a culture of official corruption.

It also shows that drug purchases on the streets of Memphis, bribes in Mexico City and murders for hire on both sides of the border are part of the same economic system.

Petties disappeared from Memphis in 2002, officials say, and in August 2004 he was added to the U.S. Marshals 15 Most Wanted list. It's unclear when he arrived in Mexico, and most of his life in that country is a blur. So are the lives of at least three other members of the organization who also fled the South to live in Mexico for a time.

A U.S. official says that because of corruption, Petties received warnings about efforts to catch him and moved from place to place within Mexico. According to this official, Petties had been noticed by Mexican authorities more than once and had been let go because of cartel influence.

Different type of 'hood

In Queretaro, Petties lived in a new subdivision called Milenio III. To get there, you drive up a steep hill away from the traffic and the fire-breathers spitting flaming gasoline for tips. You pass a fancy coffee shop and bounce over rows of speed bumps.

Although there are huge Arabic-style archways and mansions here with turrets like the Taj Majal, Petties lived, for a short time at least, in a modest white stucco house on a cobblestone street. It was unoccupied and available for rent when reporters visited in December.

It overlooks a steep valley, with cacti, hummingbirds and red stone cliffs. You can look down and see cars and trucks, and trains like the ones Petties had burglarized in Memphis years earlier.

Little is known about his time here. Representatives at the U.S. Embassy in Mexico City wouldn't talk about their hunt for Petties, and Mexican authorities released limited information.

But a few things are clear.

Petties was living under the protection of the Beltran Leyva cartel, with whom he had done business in the U.S., the former attorney general of Mexico, Eduardo Medina Mora, has said.

The group was led by the Beltran Leyva brothers, a group of five or six men who would later break off from the larger Sinaloa Cartel, based on Mexico's Pacific coast.

Medina Mora said that Petties became a broker for the cartel, "using his contacts in the United States to secure and speed up the traffic of drugs to the north."

Petties' flight to Mexico may have even helped him expand the trafficking business beyond Memphis and into Georgia, Mississippi, North Carolina and Texas, DEA agent Abe Collins wrote in a 2008 affidavit.

By at least 2007, federal officials in Memphis knew Petties was living in Mexico and believed he was receiving cash payments funneled back by couriers.

Collins cited the case of two men caught in south Texas in December 2004 with about $129,000.

Officials also believed Petties was running his drug business long-distance using cell phones.

Several alleged Memphis traffickers met with Petties in Acapulco in March 2004, according to Orlando Pride, a convicted member of the organization quoted in a 2007 affidavit by Collins.

Pride said Petties provided the group with a code sheet for phone calls that "consisted of lines with numbers and coordinating letters."

The organization exercised "great phone discipline," meaning members frequently changed numbers to prevent wiretaps, Collins wrote.

One alleged lieutenant would destroy telephones immediately after each of his conversations with Petties, who disguised his voice on the phone, Collins quoted defendant Orlando Mays as saying in another affidavit.

Justified paranoia

This discipline helps explain how Petties was able to evade authorities for years. It also reflects paranoia. The Craig Petties described in official documents was convinced that others would betray him.

And he was right. By 2007, several of his top lieutenants were in prison, and his organization was riddled with informants willing to give up secrets and record conversations in exchange for lighter sentences, affidavits show.

And the group had been infiltrated by least one undercover officer — Therman Richardson of the Memphis Police, who later won a high-level award for the risky work.

The federal government says Petties and others in the organization ordered killings of people they considered threats. His organization is accused in six slayings, including that of informant Mario Stewart, fatally shot in his garage in an upscale southeast Shelby County neighborhood in March 2005.

In June 2007, he allegedly ordered the killings of four other Memphis rivals, and even suggested that he send his "cleanup boys" from Mexico to do it, a plan that was eventually rejected, according to a Collins affidavit.

The person hired to do the killing, Orlando Mays, decided he needed help.

So he talked it over with a friend. But that friend — unnamed in records — was a federal informant who recorded the conversations, Collins wrote.

Mays was arrested and awaits trial.

It was a spy game much like the Cold War. And it even extended to the U.S. Embassy in Mexico City.

The newspaper El Universal reported in October 2008 that an embassy employee may have passed information about the search for Petties to the Beltran Leyva cartel.

The incident highlights a disturbing fact about modern Mexico. Drug money means everyone is suspect and some paranoia is justified.

As Petties lived on the run, his half-brother Paul Beauregard was achieving fame as rapper DJ Paul (above) of the group Three 6 Mafia.

By 2004, the group had signed a contract with Columbia Records and was even producing its own movies.

Two years later, DJ Paul and co-writers would receive an Academy Award for one of their musical contributions to the film "Hustle & Flow," a song called "It's Hard Out Here for a Pimp."

To date, the group has sold 6.4 million albums, according to Nielsen SoundScan. Song titles include "Let's Plan a Robbery" and "They Bout to Find Yo Body."

Some songs, like "Trap Boom," make clear references to transporting and distributing large amounts of drugs: "I went to Key West and picked it up, back in Memphis broke it up."

Their music is known even in Queretaro. "It's cool," says Victor Guerra, a lanky 25-year-old who breakdances for tips at traffic lights.

Hunters are hunted

For Mexican law enforcement, the threat of death is real, so much so that police sometimes wear ski masks in public and the federal prosecutor's office bans employees from keeping photos of loved ones in their offices to prevent them from becoming targets.

So how was Petties arrested?

Interviews and records suggest that Petties and his associates were newcomers in Queretaro, and that the operation that removed them was run entirely by Mexicans. U.S. officials weren't on the scene until Petties was already in custody.

According to one source with knowledge of the case, it all started in 2007, when a man approached Queretaro officials with a bold proposal.

He said he represented Arturo Beltran Leyva, whose cartel wanted the right to operate in the area. In exchange, the cartel would give the authorities whatever monthly payment they wanted.

Agreeing to such a demand would be highly unusual in the United States. In Mexico, where drug money fuels a long tradition of corruption, it isn't.

This time, the answer was no. Investigators began to follow the man. Weeks later, the investigation led them to a house where someone important was hiding. It turned out to be Petties.


At the same time that Big Meech (BMF General-pictured above at a birthday party at Magic City strip club) was gaining a sinister reputation in some of Atlanta's seedier corners. Those who knew him, if only peripherally, knew the rumors about his dark side. There was one incident, when he was arrested at one of the city’s most popular watering holes for both rappers and ballers, a place where new tracks were dropped to gauge the crowd’s reaction and, subsequently, where many a career took a boost or a nosedive. The scenery wasn’t too shabby, either, depending on your taste.

"Magic City," is directly across from the Downtown Greyhound station, boasts Atlanta’s finest selection of buxom, all-black strippers, capable of gravity-defying, seemingly unnatural feats.

From the finely polished bumpers of H2's, Lambos, Ferrari's, Bentley's and Maserati's in the parking lot to the equally well-buffed curves gracing the fleet of women inside, "Magic City," was a place you came to show off. Meech wasn’t quite ready to expose the full potential of his wealth. He hadn’t reached full potential yet. But he was able to prove that he was a badass.

One February night, he was taken out of "Magic City," in handcuffs, having been accused of throwing a bottle at another patron and slicing his neck. And still, Meech was allowed back inside the Downtown club with his soldiers, they often made it rain to the tune of $100,000 dollars in one night.

"Magic City," continues to be one of the top strip clubs in Atlanta. Nelly likes to rent the club out for private parties. Trey Songz, Usher, T.I., Jermaine Dupri and numeous celebrities and ballers are always in attendance.

Source: Mara Shalhoup


In 1995, straight-and-narrow businessman and former NASA technician Buck Dolby builds the first online billing company dealing exclusively with adult entertainment.

He teamed up with Wayne Beering who came up with the idea of distributing adult content online in the late 90's. They made millions and found themselves in the middle of a whirlwind filled with starlets, con men, Russian mobsters, federal agents, and international terrorists.

Caught between an adult star and the FBI, Dolby learns that even becoming one of the wealthiest entrepreneurs of his generation may not be enough to keep him out of trouble.

Their story is depicted in the film, "Middle Men."

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A few adult blogs offer customers with (web cam's) "naked tech support," at double the price of regular tech support.


As a teen, he drove a white Jeep, wore English-cut suits, pimp hats and furs, he also dated the late Mayor Coleman A. Young's favorite niece, a woman five years his senior.

Now, in sworn affidavits, he says he simply wants to go home and be a father to his three children, one of whom was born after he went to prison.

A DVD will be hitting the streets within the next two weeks detailing the life of convicted drug kingpin White Boy Rick.

It's rumored that Rick buried millions of dollars before he went to prison. In his prime, Rick's security detail rivaled that of a politician because it was so many attempts made on his life.

Kid Rock continues to write letters of support on his behalf.


An imprisoned Detroit drug dealer (White Boy Rick) was an active participant in a group that stole $8 million worth of vehicles in south Florida while he was behind bars, Florida authorities said Thursday.

Richard Wershe Jr., who as a teenage drug dealer during the 1980s in Detroit was widely known as White Boy Rick, was charged by state authorities in Florida with being part of a network that stole hundreds of vehicles.

He is serving a life term following his arrest and conviction on drug trafficking charges in 1988 at age 17.

Florida's Attorney General said the arrests of six people -- including Wershe -- capped a probe called "Operation Road Runner."

Three Miami men were charged, along with a Virginia man and another man held in a federal prison, Lorenzo Nichols Jr., with stealing more than 250 vehicles and then selling them with altered vehicle identification numbers.

About 120 of the vehicles, worth $3.5 million, have been recovered.

Wershe and Nichols are accused of using attorney-client telephone lines within the federal prisons, which by law cannot be monitored by prison authorities without a federal court order.

They used the phones "as a point of transfer for three-way calls to further their criminal enterprise," authorities said.

Darryl "Hommo" Braum was a dangerous stick-up kid from Brooklyn during the crack era. Braum was bold! He and an accomplice attempted to steal a diamond-encrusted necklace from a man standing outside of a club. This particular act was so daring that it should have gotten Baum and his partner killed.

Since the club was home to a fearsome drug dealing crew of Jamaicans dabbed the Shower Posse who executed rivals right on the club's dance floor. Fortunately for Baum, his victim that night was a Navy officer who merely put up a good fist fight instead of pulling out a high-powered gun on him.

Nearly three weeks after he allegedly shot rapper 50 Cent (nine times), Baum's luck ran out. Baum was murdered because an associate named Rumel Davis had killed kingpin Myron "Wise" Hardy. Hardy and his brother Damion "World," Hardy ran a vice syndicate (Cash Money Brothers-CMB) that dealt in drug trafficking, kidnapping and murder. Little Kim was romantically involved with Damion.

In July of 2005, CMB was hit with a federal ‘Rico’ lawsuit. The group even had members in Philadelphia where two men were arrested and charged in the 22-count indictment.

From the beginning, CMB engaged in the distribution of large amounts of cocaine based in and around Lafayette, Gardens and CMB obtained complete control of the distribution of cocaine in that area.

In addition, members of CMB engaged in numerous acts of violence, including the murders of several rival drug dealers and the attempted murder of at least one witness.

In 2003, authorities had the gang under surveillance, after 16 pounds of cocaine was seized on a passenger jet arriving from Grenada. In Grenada, another 16 pounds was seized and an undercover operation revealed that CMB was attempting to arrange a shipment of 100 more pounds of cocaine to the United States.

Police say the gang was so ruthless; they murdered an innocent woman and accidentally murdered an award-winning director named Jhoan Camitz.

According to the indictment, Hardy and two other men shot and killed rival drug dealer Ivory “Peanut” Davis in front of ‘Club NV’ in New York. Davis was shot twice in the back as he drove away; he struck Camitz. Both men died a short time later.

Baum's longtime friend Mike Tyson was overcome with grief when he heard of his murder. The pair had grown close in the months before Baum's murder; a friend of Baum's says that he had even stayed at the boxer's home for a few months prior to his death.

At the time of his murder, Tyson was in Scotland preparing for a bout against Lou Savarese when he got the news of Baum's death, he was so upset that he interrupted his training schedule, causing panic among his management who believed he might lose his will in the ring. In the end, the murder proved to be a distraction. Tyson won the fight in the first round.

Last year, the following headline blared from newspapers and digital media around the world: Mike Tyson, the former world heavyweight boxing champion, offered $50,000 towards a "hit" on two members of a violent gang suspected of killing his bodyguard (Darryl Baum), a witness testified at the trial of one of the gang members in New York.

Despite the bad blood between 50 Cent and the late Darryl Baum, Mike Tyson still went through with the sale of his Connecticut mansion to 50 Cent.

Source: Ethan Brown

After it was revealed that rappers were under surveillance by hip hop cop units in NY and Miami, an uproar erupted in the rap industry but the controversy died down. It's rumored that this practice never went away despite the uproar.

Allegedly, the work is now outsourced to private security firms who are more discreet (shadow team) with a wider net and an bigger budget. They keep track of hip hop stars in various cities. These operations are highly secretive and dossiers (black files) are compiled on numerous rap stars and stored in encrypted databases.

Some of the biggest names in hip-hop are targeted with the exception of Eminem.

These units are designed to shut down illegal activity (drugs, weapons and prostitution).

These particular squads are protected by well-connected and very influential people.


The late Elijah Muhammad was once the most powerful black man in America but he was known more for the students he produced, like Malcolm X, Louis Farrakhan and Muhammad Ali. In Chicago, a few women involved in his organization drove Rolls Royce's. It was rare to see an African-American woman driving an expensive luxury car in the 70's.


1. The 1977 Hanafi Siege refers to an incident that occurred March 9–11, 1977, in which three buildings in Washington, D.C. were seized by 12 African-American Muslim gunmen, led by Hamaas Abdul Khaalis, who took 149 hostages and killed a radio journalist and a police officer. After a 39-hour standoff all other hostages were released from the District Building (city hall; now called the John A. Wilson Building), B'nai B'rith headquarters, and the Islamic Center of Washington.

One of those killed was 24-year-old Maurice Williams, a young radio reporter from WHUR-FM, who stepped off a fifth floor elevator into the crisis. (The fifth floor is where the Mayor and City Council President have their offices). The gunmen also shot DC Protective Service Division, Police Officer Mack Cantrell, who died a few days later in the hospital of a heart attack. Then-D.C. council member, later twice mayor, Marion Barry (above) walked into the hallway of the District Building after hearing a commotion and was hit by a ricocheted shotgun pellet just above his heart. He was taken out a window and rushed to a hospital.

The gunmen had several demands. They "wanted the government to hand over a group of men who had been convicted of killing seven relatives – mostly children – of takeover leader Hamaas Khaalis (story below). They also demanded that the movie Mohammad, Messenger of God be destroyed because they considered it sacrilegious."

All were later tried and convicted, with Khaalis receiving a sentence of 21 to 120 years for his role. He died at the Federal Complex Prison in Butner, North Carolina on November 13, 2003.


Philadelphia's "Black Mafia," carried out the 'Hanafi Murders.' This crime received national media attention. The site of the crime was Kareem Abdul-Jabbar's townhouse in Washington D.C. on January 18, 1973. The hit squad murdered 7 Hanafi Muslims.

Two adults and five children (aged 9 days to 10-years old). The adults and one child were shot while the other children were drowned. The intended target of this crime was Hamaas Abdul Khaalis. Khaalis was targeted because of a letter he had written claiming that Elijah Muhammad was a false prophet.

Khaalis and his followers wanted those convicted for the 1973 murders handed over to them, presumably for execution. They also wanted to receive visits from Wallace Muhammad and champion boxer Muhammad Ali, long an active Black Muslim supporter. Khaalis also demanded that he be refunded $750 in legal fees caused by a contempt of court citation due to his misbehavior in the trial of his children's killers. Later, Khaalis led the siege described above (where Marion Barry) was shot.

2. According to FBI files, the man (Wallace Fard or Wallace Farad) who founded the Nation Of Islam (NOI) was white. The files reveal the following: Wallace Fard served time at San Quentin, and listed his race as white, he was also arrested in Detroit.

When his son was born in 1920, he listed himself as being born in New Zeland to a British father, and a Polynesian mother (which later turned out to be true).

The following was said in an article titled Historical Analysis: Black Muslims by the thousands pay homage to Wallace Farad, their “Prophet From Mecca,” in the mistaken belief that as founder of the black supremacy cult he is one of their own…Yet Wallace Fard is, admittedly, an enterprising, racketeering fake. He is not a Negro. He is a white man masquerading as a Negro.

His true name is Wallace Dodd. He was born in New Zealand, on February 26, 1891. His father was British – arriving in New Zealand via Australia on a sailing schooner. His mother was a Polynesian native.

Dodd's police ‘rap sheet' includes conviction for bootlegging and a San Quentin Prison term for the sale of narcotics.

In June 1934 Fard left Detroit for Chicago and disappeared without a trace. When nothing further was heard from him, some supporters came to believe that he had been killed by police. Others asserted that he had returned to Mecca to prepare for his eventual return. The Nation of Islam teaches that he boarded the Mother Plane.

There is some evidence that Fard lived at least until the 1960s; a friend stated that he had returned to New Zealand.


Tupac allegedly had sex with all the adult stars during the filming of the X-rated "How Do U Want It?" video (owned by Playboy Enterprises). He collapsed from exhaustion.

Tupac's government name was Lesane Parish Crooks. The official coroner's report also lists his birth name as "Lesane Parish Crooks." This name was supposedly entered on the birth certificate because Afeni feared her enemies would attack her son, and disguised his true identity using a different last name. She changed it later, following her marriage to Mutulu Shakur.

Billy Garland (above) is the father of Tupac Shakur. Garland only saw his son a few times, until Tupac was around the age of 5. Shakur was told by his mother that his father was dead, and Billy didn't see Shakur again until he starred in the movie 'Juice' in 1992. He later visited Shakur in Bellevue Hospital when he was shot in 1994. Garland claimed that The Notorious B.I.G. approached him at the hospital while visiting Shakur, and he believed that he wasn't involved in the shooting.
After Tupac's death, Afeni and Billy sent his blood to Long Beach Genetics. A laboratory test of Shakur's DNA assigned a probability of 99.97% to Afeni and Billy's parentage.

Billy Garland took Afeni Shakur to court, claiming half of Tupac's estate.

Afeni Shakur angrily charged that Garland was a gold-digger who ignored his son for 18 years; Garland blamed her nomadic lifestyle for making it impossible to find Tupac. "I'm the only person in here who lost somebody," Ms. Shakur snapped in early August. "He don't even know my son's birthday." Garland's lawyer, Leonard Birdsong, rips Ms. Shakur as "an egomaniac" upset by publicity for Tupac's father. He also mentions her past crack addiction and alcohol problems; Tupac had said those woes forced him to leave his mother's house at age 17. Fischbein dismisses Garland as "a deadbeat dad" who gave his son "$500 and a bag of peanuts over the course of his life."

The judge denied Garland's claim.

Rich male sponsors seeking beautiful women are not the only sponsors on the horizon. Additional categories include: Rich women looking for gorgeous well built men to support and lesbian sponsors seeking trophy girlfriends.

Adult gay film recruiters used to troll gay parks and beaches looking for hot bodied men to recruit into the adult industry, now, rumor has it, they troll gay nightclubs looking for new faces. These shady recruiters offer to pay naive young men with an unlimited supply of free drugs if they sign up to do a film or agree to appear on an gay website.


Reportedly, there is a DVD (documentary) out on the East Coast detailing the life and crimes of drug kingpin Butch Jones (above). Jones headed a network (YBI) in Detroit that netted $40 million dollars per year. The DVD also reveals that Jones' had a famous mistress. Despite her good image, this woman was involved with one of the most feared men on the East Coast.

She was once considered one of the prettiest black women to ever come through Hollywood. After her divorce, and before her second marriage, she was involved with Jones. He reportedly lavished her with bling, exotic cars and footed the bill for her overseas shopping sprees in Europe.

Jones' allegedly met her when he flew out to Hollywood to do business with a new drug connect.

Jones' had given a female friend $100,000 (in good faith) to purchase kilos from this new connect. He gave her a kickback of $10,000 to make the deal happen. She was thankful because she lived with an abusive pimp and had kids.

Jones' had a number of male enforcers but he was also one of the first kingpins to employ women as enforcers. One of his most trusted female enforcers used to carry out hits enroute to taking her kids (in their child seats) to daycare. Jones also employed a financier to help him launder his illicit proceeds.

A movie is currently in the works.


Butch Jones was the founder and chief of Young Boys, Inc.(YBI), the far-reaching drug gang that terrorized the Detroit area for years. He is linked to at least 68 murders, and believed to have ordered far more. Jones’ 1996 book, “Y.B.I.: The Autobiography of Butch Jones“, brags about his tenure at YBI–including killing, robbing, firebombing, and–of course–making millions by using teen gang members to sell drugs and kill. Some of his drug dealers were as young as nine years old. Jones wrote the book on being a pimp daddy.

He went to prison in 1983. He is responsible for murders so numerous and so brutal that federal authorities were seeking the federal death penalty following a new 2001 indictment against him.


A late gay adult star has stunned Hollywood with allegations he bedded Superman star Christopher Reeve.

Cal Culver aka Casey Donovan gave up the sordid details in an interview before he died in 1987 and now the lost tape has been unearthed and included in the new book Hollywood Babylon Strikes Again.

Culver, who died of an AIDS-related illness, told the unnamed interviewer he met Reeve when both were auditioning for the same Broadway role in the mid-1970s.

In the chat, the adult star says, "Christopher was a great lover and I think I liberated him sexually.

"I didn't think he was gay but he seemed willing to try anything once. He was curious."

In the book extract, obtained by the Globe, Culver calls Reeve "the man of my dreams" and reveals the two men had a passionate affair that lasted for two months-until the future Superman learned his partner was a gay adult star, who performed under the name Casey Donovan.


Just released FBI files reveal claims that John, Robert and Edward Kennedy allegedly engaged in wild sex parties with Marilyn Monroe.

Most of the accumulated information involved dozens of murder plots and death threats made against Senator Kennedy. The reports also detail claims of salacious sex scandals involving the three brothers and rumors of a plot by gangsters to smear Robert Kennedy's reputation.

An unsigned statement in Ted Kennedy's file alleges a multi-millionaire Manhattan divorcee, has considerable information concerning sex parties. Although the report indicated the woman was the former wife of a U.S. Ambassador, her allegations were never proven.

Another report dated August 3, 1965, involved a Mafia plot to arrange for women to be placed in compromising situations with Ted, Robert, and Peter Lawford. The mob allegedly hatched the scheme in revenge for the attacks of former Attorney General Robert Kennedy against organized crime.

One of the most chilling revelations in the files concerned assassin Sirhan Sirhan, who murdered Bobby Kennedy. A fellow inmate said Sirhan offered him $1 million to kill Ted Kennedy. The prisoner told authorities he refused the contract but the seriousness of the threat was never firmly established by the FBI.


South African police caught more than they expected in a Cape Town drug raid when a strap-on dildo fell off a suspected crime lord during a search, the Sunday Times reported.

Fat Murphy, feared on the streets of Cape Town's notorious Cape Flats suburb, told a court that he is a hermaphrodite who holds male and female identity documents-one under the name Fadwaan, the other under Hilary.

Police and a tearful Murphy recounted the saga during a bail hearing for Murphy's charges of possession of stolen property, which come on top of earlier charges of kidnapping and intimidation, the paper said.

"I had a vagina that could not be penetrated. But I also had male organs. I always knew I was really a man and that was what I wanted to be," he told the court, according to the newspaper.
"God created me with both sexual organs. It was God's decision, not mine."

Murphy has been married twice-his second wife's name is tattooed on his arm. He said received his male identity documents after undergoing surgery to remove his female organs when he was in his teens, the paper said.

Police say Murphy offered them ($1300) not to search him during the raid.

Police said they were investigating how Murphy obtained his male identity documents, saying they found no records of him undergoing sex change surgery.



This intersex agency launched earlier this year but due to outrage from Family Values organizations, and public outrage, the agency disbanded and went underground at an undisclosed location in Miami.


*One of our sources has informed us that yet another rapper is moonlighting as a contract killer!

He's never risen above a C-list rapper but he's known in the hip-hop industry. Rumors have circulated for years that he's aligned with various drug cartels, including: African-American, Italian, Colombian and Jamaican.

He's discreet about his illegal activities. He considers himself a freelance lieutenant for various organizations in the drug world.

His reasoning: This allows him to live the glamorous life among his peers (who are more successful) and this adds to his street cred.

In the past, he's worked in drug distribution and accounting, but now, he's an enforcer (contract killer).

He started off working for mid-level drug networks, but now he works for empires that gross millions.

Allegedly, he's committed murder on behalf of these organizations; and he always uses a silencer.

When a kingpin (he was employed with) got busted for running a $35 million dollar a year operation, the rapper moved on to another organization that was run by a woman. She often parceled him out to settle scores with rivals and enemies until she got busted.

He's quietly moved on to another drug network.


The majority of rich and famous men like to be in the company of beautiful women. Therefore, club owners have taken it upon themselves to hire wranglers (off the book).

A wrangler is defined as a man who recruits pretty women from malls, beaches, etc. to attend nightclubs. Their admission is free, they also receive free admission to VIP and free drinks, especially when a celebrity is making a club appearance.

This gig can easily turn into prostitution, especially among star struck girls. These types are housed (dorm like) in a building. They are contacted to service rich and powerful men who patronize the club on a regular basis.


When a NBA star recently gave a party at his sprawling estate, it was agreed upon ahead of time that several male celebrity attendees would be reserved a room in case they wanted to get busy with the numerous female strippers in attendance. When Nelly came through, every stripper at the party tried to get his attention, they desperately wanted to spend private time with him behind closed doors.

There may have been a East Coast/West Coast beef but that didn't stop Tupac and Biggie from sharing the same stripper-Crushed Linen. Biggie became so fond of her that he gave her a shout-out in "One More Chance." Before her death, Crushed Linen carried on a relationship with a very famous boxer between sexual escapades with Pac and Big. Around this time, Pac was also cozy with Heather Hunter.

Ludacris is a regular at the ATL strip clubs and Baby & Wayne make it rain in strip clubs across the U.S. It's also been reported that Baby allegedly has shown adult videos to his guests in the VIP section of one particular nightclub.


An unidentified buyer spent $1.5 million dollars on a grainy 15 minute (black and white) video of Marilyn Monroe having sex with an unrecognizable man. The buyer refuses to share the contents of the tape with the public, instead, opting for private screenings among friends. He will hold on to the tape and let it appreciate over the years before putting it up for auction to make a profit on his investment.

I'm surprised the marketplace hasn't been flooded with Tupac sex tapes, it's two in existence and both could bring in a seven figure sum depending on the clarity.

I've never heard of a Michael Jackson sex tape being in existence but if one is, it would fetch at least $2 million or up!


Kenneth Marlowe was an active homosexual, a female impersonator, a male escort in an all female cat house, and the "madam" of a homosexual brothel that "serviced" an exclusive Hollywood clientele.


Kenneth Marlowe says, he was kept in bondage by the Mafia and escaped. He was drafted into the army, then raped by fourteen men. He was a mark for every form of sexual atrocity, the lumberjack's darling, the sailor's pet, and "B-Girl" who could be had, the object of sordid curiosity for tourists who could later shock the folks back home by saying, "I danced with a man in woman's clothing!"

The Supreme Team's reign in Queens included souped up Mercedes's armed with gun turrets and an oil slick (James Bond style). Not to mention the matching jackets emblazoned with the crew's logo and the packaging locations crowded with dozens of baggers who were forced to work in the nude so as not to walk off with any drugs.

Kenneth "Supreme" McGriff left the streets with barely a whimper and was given a relatively light 12 year sentence on a continuing criminal enterprise charge.

Irv Gotti and his brother were enthralled by Supreme.

Around this time, the Corley family (4 brothers), operating out of South Jamaica's 40 Projects became a big time drug crew. James "Wall" Corley (above-center) was the ringleader. These young hustlers came from a solidly middle-class background. Their parents owned heating-oil trucks, which made for a lucrative business as the neighborhood's single-family homes required substantial amounts of oil to get through the winter.

The Corleys inherited their parents strong business acumen. They sold heroin and cocaine from vacant apartments in the 40 Projects as well as from their nearby base of operations, the Corley Family grocery on 107th Avenue and 160th Street ensuring a steady stream of customers from the cluster of towering brick high-rises.

The Corleys mostly kept a low profile although their ringleader-James was a regular on the Queens nightclub scene, always surrounded by women, he was considered a pretty boy.

The Corleys even employed teenage hustlers to hawk their product on 107th Avenue. After quietly taking a customer's order, the dealers would call up to the second floor of the Corley Family grocery and workers would drop bags of cocaine and heroin through a barely visible slot in the window. The immense stash of cash and drugs at the grocery was protected by a reinforced steel door as well as young 40 Projects enforcers, who strode the area around 160th Street intimidating anyone who might cross their path.

Fat Cat Nichols' (above) heroin and cocaine business took off almost immediately. Located just 10 blocks away from the Corley Family's base. Hustlers were shocked at Fat Cat's boldness. It didn't help that Fat Cat wasn't local, his background was in armed robbery, not drugs. Just before going into business, Fat Cat had completed a five-year prison term for robbery.

Another hustler named Mark "Country" Garnes was constantly fighting with Fat Cat's sister Viola, whom he hired (with the permission of Fat Cat) as a bagger for his organization. It was a terrible decision: Viola's crack addiction was making her a slow, unreliable bagger. She would sit in an apartment with all the tools of the trade yet only bag only $4,000 worth of the drug per day. Garnes expected double that amount. She also cut the heroin with too much quinine, which turned their pure product into low quality stuff with a terrible street rep. Garnes shouted angrily at her when she requested a bonus for her work.

Viola even disregarded street protocol by talking openly on the phone about Garner's drug business; she never used code words.

Meanwhile, Supreme passed his time in prison by immersing himself in the books of Donald Goines. His favorite Goines' book was "Black Gangster," which told the story of a young hustler named Prince who rose from the streets of Detroit to become a crime kingpin. Supreme also enjoyed another Goines' book, "Crime Partners."

Goines' novels had become so popular in the federal prison system that illiterate inmates were buying the books and learning to read as they went along. Supreme believed that there could be a substantial mainstream audience for a Goines' movies, especially if platinum selling rappers could be convinced to contribute to the soundtracks. Supreme was now stuck in a halfway house in Queens dreaming about making it in Hollywood.

Supreme would eventually buy the rights to Black Gangster and Crime Partners.

During the shooting of "Get Tha Fortune," Irv Gotti was shocked when a friend on the set of the video told him that none other than Supreme himself was standing outside a nearby bodega and wanted to meet him.

Irv longed for the street cred of a hustler like Supreme and readily agreed to an introduction with the South Jamaica hustling icon. Irv's initial impression of Supreme was not what he allegedly imagined.

"My first response to seeing Supreme was shock," Irv explains. "This was the notorious Supreme? This guy was like five-foot-two, this little guy with green eyes. So my first response way, 'Wow, this is the guy everybody's talking about?"

"He had a dream about doing movies. He wanted to do something with Donald Goines because when he was locked up Goines was his favorite novelist. He felt Goines' movies were going to be big with the urban world."

Irv wanted to help Supreme out but he admitted that he could be of little help as he was just beginning to make headway in the music business. Later, they became close friends and we all know about Irv being acquitted of Federal charges allegedly linked to Supreme.

All of the drug players mentioned above are in prison. Fat Cat is confined to the Clinton Correctional Facility in Dannemore in New York. The same place where Tupac Shakur was incarcerated. He won't be eligible for parole until 2026.

"Fat Cat" sums it up best with the following statement:

"The present glorification of a lifestyle that has cost me the past 20 years of my life, and promises to cost even more with no end in sight is both confusing and amazing to me. My current everyday existence has to be the closest thing to hell on Earth, yet so many young people answer the call of the streets and throw caution to the wind with the consequences being what I now face or worse.

In pursuit of the lifestyle commonly referred to as "ballin." I've made choices that have had a devastating effect on many lives, not excluding those of my loved ones and myself. If I could do things over there's much I would change but there seems to be no second chances for me. For those who have options to travel another more positive path, I sincerely hope they make that choice.

The cars, jewelry, women and the good times have all become a distant faded memory. I would gladly give them all back for a chance to play with my grandchildren and be a father in the true sense to my own children. If nothing else, I hope my predicament serves as a deterrent to all aspiring gangsters or hustlers by reminding them that notoriety comes with a hefty price tag."

Source: Ethan Brown


Over the years, people considered Suge Knight-the most feared man in the rap game, ever!

J. Prince (second) photo was never as high profiled as Suge Knight but he's just as feared. He's also an wealthy and shrewd businessman among his peers.

Prince is the CEO of Rap-A-Lot records, his roster has included: Scarface and the Geto Boys.

In the midst of the West Coast/East Coast beef, Diddy allegedly sent Jimmy "Henchman" Rosemond as his emissary to a peace summit attended by Tupac Shakur, Suge Knight and Houston based impresario J. Prince (who served as a mediator).

During the meeting, Rosemond allegedly conveyed an offer from Diddy to record a collaboration with Shakur; to sweeten the deal, Diddy would allow Death Row to release what was sure to be a million seller. But Pac came in the room and torpedoed the deal and Knight backed him up. "I gotta ride with my homie," Knight told Rosemond.

Source: Ethan Brown

The following appeared in a Grand Rapids newspaper that interviewed Bob Arum.

Rewind: Early in his career, Floyd Mayweather found himself in some trouble when he was in a fierce contractual battle with former manager James Prince aka J. Prince. Top Rank stepped in and advanced him $610,000 to settle with Prince, and also cut Prince a check for 20 percent of Mayweather's $3.05 million dollar purse for fighting Phillip Ndou.

The situation with Prince, a well known figure in the rap world, escalated to a dangerous level when several men showed up to the Top Rank Gym on September 11, 2003 and roughed up Leonard Ellerbe and former camp member Thomas Summers, sending both to the hospital.

Mayweather's camp has never confirmed the story, but both DuBoef and Arum claimed to have saved a "shaken" Floyd Mayweather, Jr., who told DuBoef 'These are bad guys, you have to help me save my family.' They were also surprised that this highly trained boxer was scared to death of J. Prince.

"I said, 'Let me give James a letter of credit,' " Arum said. "And Floyd said -- I'll never forget it -- 'James don't take no letter of credit.' "

Floyd's dad gave the following interview to eastsideboxing.com

Rizwaan: What exactly happened between you and Floyd?

Jeff Mayweather: For me, it was a choice to leave. I always try to put my best foot forward and I’m all about family, and up until his like 10th fight, I never took a dime from Floyd Jr. I’m a modest person, I don’t need the fame. In my heart, I know what I have done. That's good enough for me. One day, when we were doing a radio show in Vegas, he shows up with James Prince.

I didn’t know anything about this guy, but Floyd wanted him there. Floyd was the one whom put him on the fight scene, that’s how Prince got the following boxers: Winky Wright and Diego Corrales, Mark "Too Sharp” Johnson and also former IBF Jr Lightweight Champion, Steve "Two Pound" Forbes.

I think he just took Floyd to Houston and showed him the big houses, his nice cars (including the Rolls Royce above) and many other things as well.

He also promised Floyd that he can establish his own rap label. Soon after, Floyd would act like he wanted to be a thug or something, he didn’t have any real life struggles or lived in the projects or did anything to give him any street credibility He grew up with a loving family in which we all did our part to help him reach his dreams. He never even worked a job growing up.

No lawsuit against J. Prince has ever been successful. One of the most recent lawsuits filed against him, below.

“Ronnie” Bookman (above) owner of 7303 Records and Studio 7303 claims he was savagely beaten in an assault ordered by competitor James Prince. Bookman alleges his beating was part of an ongoing effort by Mr. Prince and his Rap-A-Lot 2K Records, Inc. to snuff out Bookman’s fledgling record label.

According to the lawsuit, Mr. Prince a/k/a J. Prince directed a half-dozen of his associates to attack Bookman. The alleged beating took place on Jan. 25, 2007. Bookman says he was lured to the gym after he was advised that Prince wanted to “make things right” regarding a dispute between the two men. When Bookman arrived at the gym, he says he was led to a weight room where he met with Prince. The lawsuit says that Prince became angry with Bookman and directed the men to enter the room and assault Bookman. Bookman suffered severe head trauma, a broken nose and injuries to both eyes. He was treated the next day at the Park Plaza Hospital emergency room and is still receiving treatment for his injuries.

Bookman is a longtime fixture of the Houston music scene, and has operated Studio 7303 for five years. Studio 7303’s clients represent a Who's Who of the music industry, including top-selling artists such as 50 Cent, Timbaland, Justin Timberlake and Missy Elliot.

Prince's response to the above lawsuit: "Through my years in this music industry, I’ve been falsely accused and sued by many, if anyone pulls out Bookman's record, his credibility would be in question. The true facts will be revealed in a court of law."

J. Prince broke ground on a community center (a few years ago), that he built in his old 5th Ward neighborhood.
On Jan. 30, 2007, Houston City Council and Mayor Bill White honored Prince and his work by naming a day in his honor.

Source: 1.bp.blogspot


After her husband's death (described below) Stacy Leigh Arthur tried to sue Playboy, alleging that she was raped at the Mansion by three Playboy employees.

The LAPD investigated the case and found that no rape had occurred. The three employees were subsequently fired and later interviewed with their faces obscured. One said that she came on to them and when they pointed out that she was married, she stated that her husband liked to watch her with other men. Two of the employees were African-American men.

It's been speculated that Arthur and her husband fabricated the rape story to get sympathetic votes for "Playmate Of The Year," which Arthur desperately wanted to win. Right after the alleged rape, people found it odd that Stacy's husband asked Playboy employees, "This rape won't affect Stacy's chances of winning Playmate Of The Year, will it?"


Stacy Leigh Arthur (above) was chosen as Playboy's Playmate of the Month for January, 1991. Stacy was also Mrs. Ohio for the 1990 Mrs. America contest.

Arthur's husband, Jim, was the victim of a murder-suicide by a fan named James Lindberg shortly after Stacy's appearance in Playboy. According to news reports, Lindberg had been a regular caller to a 900 number sponsored by Playboy that allowed fans to chat with their favorite Playmates, with both Playboy and the Playmate receiving a portion of the proceeds.

Lindberg was a regular caller to Stacy, racking up bills in the thousands of dollars. Although witnesses who heard Stacy speak on the phone with Lindberg stated that she never said anything out of the ordinary, during these calls Lindberg developed an obsession that Stacy's husband was abusing her.

Lindberg thereafter tracked Jim down, murdered him, and then turned his gun on himself in a parking lot behind a building she owned in Bellefontaine, Ohio.

In the wake of her husband's death Stacy was pleading, on TV, to be made Playmate of the Year, "to honor my husband's memory."

Stacy was shocked her roommate (Carinna Harney) at the mansion was awarded Playmate Of The Year. Stacy was later removed from the property and was told never to return again.


Last year, it was widely reported that groupies became so incensed that Lil Wayne wouldn't sleep with them that one opened fire on his tour bus. Luckily, no one was hurt.

Another incident involved a female DJ. When a rapper denied her entry onto his tour bus, she threatened to stop playing his music. The rapper stood his ground.

Single mothers have been known to leave their kids with strangers (including people on Twitter) to have the opportunity to roll with their celebrity crush-on the road.

Recently, a well known rapper focused on a groupie in the audience. One of his boys brought her backstage, she was flattered when he invited her on the road and she happily allowed herself to be passed around sexually. One minute she was on her knees, later she was spread eagled-while men lined up.

These women have become so bold, they've been known to give fellatio to "backstage" security guards so they can gain entry.

Underage girls are reportedly caught up in the mix as well. One got pregnant while engaging in group sex on a bus, allegedly, she has no idea who the father is.

When sex isn't taking place, everyone is indulging in drugs and alcohol and playing Russian Roulette.

These type of women continue to degrade and humiliate themselves just for bragging rights. They like to tell friends they slept with certain rappers.

Running trains, getting high and girls having lock jaw type symptoms have become common place on tour buses.

Some of these men and women don't seem to care about safe sex, allegedly, the majority of sex that occurs on tour buses is unprotected.

*Beware, several known hip-hop groupies on the rap circuit are rumored to have AIDS.


If you say the word extortion in Harlem, the next words would probably be "The Preacher Crew" aka "The Family " and "The Black Hand Of Death!"

They were called the most ruthless men in Harlem, extorting drug dealers and killing by torture to those who didn't pay. They've been accused of murders dating back to the 70's.

When individuals were ordered to be murdered, acid was poured on their bodies to remove tattoos that could possibly identify them.

Their bodies were dismembered and left in a crumbling abandoned building. Crew members were then ordered to scrub down the killing room with boric acid after each murder.

This is the same crew that Whitney Houston secretly paid $400,000 dollars to save Bobby Brown's life.

According to writer David Collins, her former husband Bobby Brown was `knocked out with one punch' and taken hostage at gunpoint by Preacher's Crew in April 1993.

"When he awoke, Bobby was naked and hog-tied, his mouth stuffed with a rag," the Daily Express quoted Collins as saying in his autobiography, "Preacher of the Streets."

Ex-gang member Collins alleged that the thugs threatened to kill Brown unless the ransom was handed to them personally by the singer.

He continued: "Preacher left the room and his men then terrorized Bobby for two hours. They kicked him. They told him they would kill Whitney.

"One of them put a gun to his head. Bobby was weeping when Preacher came back in the room, Bobby called Whitney to bring the ransom.

A frightened Houston, who did not report the matter to the authorities, later disguised herself in a wig and dark glasses and paid the money in a duffle bag to Preacher Heatley.

After three decades of allegedly terrorizing, extorting, murdering and torturing Harlem's major drug dealers, "The Preacher Crew " was captured by the F.B.I.'s C11 squad.

Crew leader-Clarence "Preacher" Heatley, above, (who stands 6'7) cooperated with the F.B.I., allegedly, snitching on his own crew!

Fast Forward:

The Son Of Preacher (DVD-above) includes a 1-on-1 interview with Shaka (a major player in the crew). The crew was allegedly responsible for the death of Richard Porter's little brother (as told in the "Game Over," DVD). Shaka also speaks on the gruesome murders and betrayal. This is the ultimate story of the rise and fall of a Harlem crime organization.


They were known in law enforcement circles as "suppliers to the suppliers," father-and-son narcotics traffickers who sold cocaine in bulk to big-time drug dealers in Philadelphia and its suburbs. In the spring, Ricardo McKendrick, 56, and Ricardo Jr., 36, were arrested in one of the biggest drug raids in city history.

On April 2, authorities found 274 kilograms of cocaine-more than 600 pounds-stashed in the elder McKendrick's South Philadelphia rowhouse. They also uncovered more than $1 million in cash, most of it in the trunk of a Mercedes-Benz parked in the garage of the younger McKendrick's house in Woodstown, N.J.

The McKendricks entered guilty pleas in the case.

If either McKendrick has flipped, investigators will have access to inside information about the movers and shakers who populate Philadelphia's highly secretive and violent drug underworld.

The elder McKendrick was in the hierarchy of Philadelphia's Black Mafia in the 1970s.

Authorities have described the McKendricks as expediters, highly compensated brokers who bought from out-of-town suppliers in bulk and sold to local distributors who funneled drugs to neighborhood dealers and street-level traffickers.

"The sheer amount of drugs and money involved in this case is truly staggering," a federal prosecutor wrote in a pretrial document that described the McKendricks as part of a "large-scale drug-distribution ring."

Ricardo McKendrick Sr. has a string of narcotics arrests dating to the 1970s. Among other things, sources say, he was a suspect in the murder of a Black Mafia member who was decapitated.

The 274 kilograms of cocaine found in the elder McKendrick's rowhouse had a street value of roughly $28 million.

In addition to the cocaine, police found a loaded .38 caliber handgun, $6,028 in cash, packing materials, and a pressing machine used for making kilogram "bricks" of cocaine.

Most of the cocaine was stored in seven 55-gallon drums, police said. There were also several bricks.

Federal agents then obtained a search warrant for the Salem County house and Mercedes-Benz of the younger McKendrick. Authorities found $982,144 in duffle bags in the trunk of the car, which was parked in the garage of a two-story house on Rockwell Lane in Woodstown.

McKendrick lived there with his wife, Dawn Edge McKendrick, a lawyer with the U.S. Equal Opportunity Employment Commission in Philadelphia.

Investigators discovered an additional $9,243 in the house, which is in an upscale neighborhood around the corner from a golf course and just a few blocks from Woodstown High School.

McKendrick and his wife bought the property, valued at about $400,000, in 2002 shortly after it was built.

At the time of his arrest, McKendrick owned a newsstand at 54th Street and City Avenue, near St. Joseph's University, according to court documents. He held a license to operate a Pennsylvania State Lottery machine at the site.


Club rooms are usually reserved for headliners (strippers) as an added perk. These rooms are on the premises (gentlemen clubs), and are very discreet-with a bouncer standing guard. The top headliners relax between shows in these rooms. They also get three (complimentary) meals a day and maid service.

Now, we're hearing that celebrities are paying club owners to use these rooms for their illicit activities away from the prying eyes of the paparazzi.

They can do drugs discreetly, engage in sex with hookers or men and they can gamble with friends and no one would be the wiser.

The celebrity also has a wide range of strippers to select from.

A few celebrities have camped out in club rooms for weeks at a time indulging in their guilty pleasures.


The "Boobie Boys," are an ruthless gang of drug smugglers originating in Miami, FL, with territory expanding as far west as Nevada.

They allegedly killed to establish their turf and to retaliate against rivals. Murder was their game and they massacred enemies recklessly, executions and gangland style killings their M.O. AK47s blasted indiscriminately, laying waste to those who got in their way. Miami police linked as many as 35 murders and 100 shootings to the Boobie Boys as they allegedly unleashed an eight year barrage of murder and mayhem in the city. Newspaper headlines called it, "A Decade of Death."

In Miami’s mean streets they built an $80 million dollar drug empire that smuggled over five tons of coke from Panama and the Bahamas. Their supply of yayo was feeding over 25 Florida cities and twelve states with the illegal drug. In cementing their cocaine enterprise it’s alleged by police that they wrecked havoc, warring with other drug factions in the Miami-Dade area and leaving death in their wake.

Kenneth “Boobie” Williams was the namesake of the Boobie Boys, the alleged mastermind of the Carol City gang that police say left a trail of bodies on the streets of Miami, blood running cold on the sidewalk as they trafficked in millions of dollars of cocaine. Taking no prisoners and showing no mercy. Like Tony Montana in (Scarface), they turned the Sunshine State into M.I.YAYO.

Kenneth "Boobie" Williams was featured on America’s Most Wanted in 1999. He received three life sentences and authorities claimed it would take five more years before they could get to all the murders he's accused of. At the age of 27, authorities speculated that Williams was responsible for 130 murders in the Sunshine State.

Boobie Boy associate Chico poses with rapper Ja Rule in above photo.

Source: Gorillaconvict.com


Groupie-Gold Digger-Video Girl and Stripper feedback indicates: Nelly and 50 Cent are the top rated lovers on the hip-hop circuit. Apparently, both men know their way around a bedroom. They also got an A+ for their bedroom skills and bedside manner. Their lovemaking was described as insatiable with unlimited staying power. Nelly also received brownie points for his charm. 50 got brownie points for his Adonis physique. Women swarm both men when they attend parties and clubs.

Both men are rich and investment savvy, Nelly was one of the first African-American men to invest in an NASCAR race team.

Black men are in demand! So much so that a clique of two white actresses and one heiress (not Paris Hilton) are always on the discreet hunt for famous Black men. The heiress has been known to call up male escort agencies and request "50 Cent types."

This scandalous clique has traveled overseas to solicit men at the Porte Dauphine in Paris, they also patronize male brothels, male stables and gigolo bars. They adore the rent boys, and the call boys and Black men remain their secret desire away from the bright lights of Hollywood.

Notable Mention: Tyrese also got high marks! Contrary to a few reports, Tyrese is very smart with his money. He drives a white Maserati and he's bought his mother a new home and a condo. He also has a nice stock portfolio and he was smart enough to sign his ex-wife to an iron-clad prenuptial agreement.


Nadia (above) is one of the most publicized transgendered playgirls. She's currently filming a reality show pilot.

Some of Nadia's former male lovers (famous black men) also patronize (discreetly) a group of transgendered escorts who work South Beach, Hollywood, Atlanta and the Las Vegas circuit.

Two names in particular are stored in all of their blackberry's. These two men have something in common, they are both blockbusters on stage but according to the transgendered set, they are lackluster in bed. Both of them are young men, sowing their wild oats on the downlow.

Another common client is a famous boxer (not Floyd). He is addicted to the T-girls, he orders up 2-4 at one time.


WASHINGTON, D.C. -- In a city with no shortage of desolate neighborhoods, you'd be hard-pressed to find a bleaker spot than the corner of 50th and C streets.

On one side there's a decaying school, its playground barren as a prison yard. Extending up a couple of blocks is a string of deserted apartment buildings with boards and burned-out holes where windows used to be. Just across the way, folks still live in a set of matching brick buildings.

It's a tough place to grow up, especially when you're different. Especially when you're convinced that you're a girl with a boy's anatomy. Especially when the other kids taunt you and throw bricks at you and you have to quit school because you can't stand it anymore.

Especially when you're determined to live openly as a transgendered woman, considered by many the lowest of the low.

Stephanie Thomas could have told you all about it. Until last Aug. 12.

Around 11:30 p.m. the night of the 11th, 19-year-old Thomas and her best pal, 18-year-old Ukea Davis, reportedly told friends they were going to a nearby gas station for cigarettes. Nobody can say for sure where they actually went.

But just about everybody in the city knows that a little after 3 a.m., the friends were sitting in Thomas' Camry at a stop sign on the corner of 50th and C. Almost home. Then a car came up beside them, and the two were pelted with fire from a semiautomatic weapon.

According to an eyewitness report, another car approached after the shooting. A man got out to see what had happened. Davis was already dead. When the man nudged Thomas' shoulder to see if she was still alive, she moaned in confirmation. But her helper fled as the first car returned. The gunman got out and fired more shots, making sure Thomas was dead.

By the time rescue workers reached the bloody car, the victims had been pumped full of bullets — at least 10 apiece.

A block up 50th, Thomas' mother, Queen Washington, got the news at 5:30 a.m. She'd been well aware that it was dangerous to be transgender in D.C. — or anywhere else in America, for that matter. But she hadn't seen this coming.

"If he'd known somebody was after him, I'd have known," says Washington, a feisty administrative assistant at the federal Bureau of Land Management who never got used to calling Stephanie "she."

"We were tight. He'd come by just that afternoon with his girlfriends, before he went to get his nails done. We kept it real, him and I. He knew I'd always protect him as much as I could."

Washington knew early on that protecting her youngest kid, whose name was Wilbur when she adopted him at three months, wouldn't be easy.

"He was a beautiful child, always very dainty, always very feminine. In first grade, a teacher — a teacher, mind you! — called him gay. I had to immediately go up to the school and get her straight. He came home that day and my neighbor told him gay meant happy. We looked it up in the dictionary. 'See?' I said. 'It's true!'"

It would have been tough enough to grow up gay on 50th Street, even when you could run home to the lavishly decorated apartment where Washington has lived for 35 years. But Wilbur wasn't gay.

By the time he was 8 or 9, his mother "knew for sure that he wanted to be a girl." At 14, he began to live that way, borrowing the name Stephanie from a cousin he admired.

He joined a local support group called SMYAL (Sexual Minority Youth Assistance League), where he met Davis. The two became inseparable friends, helping each other "transition" into living as females.

Washington, who has stubbornly refused to abandon her neighborhood because "kids here need someone to love them, need to see people who are trying to be about something with their lives," became a kind of surrogate mom to Davis, whose own folks were not so accepting. But it wasn't easy for her, either.

"It's hard for a mother," Washington says, thumbing through a scrapbook she's assembled in memory of her son-turned-daughter. The pictures show Wilbur on the beach during family vacations; Wilbur clowning with his cousins; Wilbur in his early teens, grim-faced and downcast.

"That's the last picture of him as a boy," his mother says, "before he became who he was." By contrast, she flips to a photo of Stephanie at 18, bear-hugging her mom. "Look at that smile!" she says. "He was a happy person — after he came out. You see? He didn't have those sad eyes no more."

The only thing that would have been worse than the brutal murders, Washington says, would have been never seeing that smile. "At least he had a chance to be who he was," she says. "I told him, God don't make no mistakes. I know you didn't make yourself. Who would make up a life like this? Who would be something the world hates?"


The late Rick James was quoted as saying: "By the time I was talking to Motown, I knew that publishing rights were an artist's lifeline, and that you had to hold on to them no matter what."

"I had seen what happened to groups like the Temptations, who turned to pimping their women out (for additional income) while they were number one artists and they were seeing a meager weekly salary (reported to be $30,000 a year), despite being huge stars."

Their limo's, hotel stays and stage wear was deducted from future royalty payments. They were essentially a broke group.

David Ruffin was a great artist but a tortured soul who physically abused Tammi Terrell with motorcycle helmets and his fists. Contrary to popular belief, Ruffin was not the man who delivered the blow to her head that would later prove fatal.

Ike Turner had two stints as a pimp. Allegedly, before he made it and later when his career cooled off. It's rumored that he had two girls living in a crack house who agreed to turn tricks for drugs and money. The money was given to Ike.

This late R&B icon was allegedly abandoned by his prostitute mother at a very young age. He went to live with a female relative who was also a prostitute. Much of his childhood was spent in a brothel.

The hookers taught him how to lure men back to the cat house. He would go out and dance for money and then he would tell the single men in the audience: If you want good food, follow me! The men would follow him back to the brothel and end up spending the night with one of the women.

Although this icon never became a pimp, he grew up in the lifestyle.

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Big Meech, former Black Mafia general told writer Mara Shalhoup, "I boosted the careers of T.I. Jeezy and Fabolous." In Shalhoup's book on BMF, Meech is pictured with Nelly at a holiday party at club Vision. Meech is decked out in a full length fur (Black Godfather style). Meech adds: "I was the one who helped elevate some of the biggest names in hip-hop, some of the biggest names in music." Regarding his former luxurious lifestyle, Meech admitted to Shalhoup, "I sure do miss it."

When visitors come in from out of town to visit him in prison, according to Meech, his guest list has included Akon and Jeezy. Snoop tried but got snowed out.

On the outside, he was used to getting what he wanted, allegedly, it's no different in prison.

When he was on the outside, the Bentleys rolled out and the billboards (above) went up and rappers were invoking his name in top-ten hits, he was past the point of no return. His only option was to do it big!

Meech was always the center of attention, at all the best clubs and the biggest parties. He kept the company of hip-hop superstars and moguls, models and athletes and a group of men whom he employed and indulged. He fed the crew six-hundred dollar bottles of champagne and top-notch ecstasy.

When BMF was out at the strip clubs, each crew member got their own bottle of Cristal or Perrier-Jouet. Meech was the aura of wealth and once inside his circle, his followers rarely left. VIP rooms and beautiful girls and all kinds of money was spent on every luxury imaginable.

Demetrius "Big Meech" Flenory didn't just walk into the club. He arrived! Usually, under the watch of bodyguards. The first sign he was coming: the cars. They coasted the curb like supermodels down a runway. Bentleys and H2's, Lambos and Porsches. And, when the crowd swelled to full ranks, tour buses. Under the marquees of clubs from Midtown Atlanta to South Beach Miami, the streetlights bounced of the million-dollar motorcade, and it was blinding.

A man named Doc was the BMF money man; he was also a major distributor. Doc helped Meech's brother Terry find legitimate investments in which he could safely sink his drug money. He also helped Terry to funnel cash into his girlfriend's bank accounts, in such a way to avoid federal detection.

At one point, Doc even laundered Terry's money through a day care center. As with Terry, Doc prepared spreadsheets for Meech that itemized his spending. In any given month, there were tens of thousands of dollars in first-class airline tickets for his crew; a similar amount to cover the car note on the Maybachs, Ferraris, Lamborghinis and Porsches that he and his associates drove.

Jerry "J-Rock" Davis was the general of the Sin City Mafia (drug crew). He built a lucrative alliance with BMF. The Feds estimated that the Sin City Mafia eventually would traffic as much cocaine as BMF. After moving his organization to Atlanta, like Meech and Terry, Davis maintained stash houses that held hundreds of kilos at a time.

In May 2005, when a high-ranking BMF member found himself surrounded by federal marshals, he made a distress call to Davis. Investigators believe Davis responded by sending someone to fire on the marshals gathered outside the house where the BMF member was being apprehended.

Davis also worked closely with ATL Kingpins Tremayne Graham and Scott King.

Davis would father eight children by the time he was 31.

He often flew his crew into cities hosting the All-Star Game, the Super Bowl and the NCAA tournament as well as championship boxing matches in Las Vegas.

Several crew members rented a limo one evening and proceeded to get into a shootout enroute to a nightclub.

Jerry "J-Rock" Davis is currently serving a long prison sentence.

Source: Mara Shalhoup BMF: (The Rise & Fall Of Big Meech)


Recently, several big name stars have thrown parties in rented mansions but this particular very rich celebrity takes it to another level. He's one of the wealthiest black men in the music industry. Below, we take you inside of one of his top secret parties.

When he gets the urge to host one of his infamous parties, the destination is usually Hollywood, Atlanta or Miami. He leaves most of the work to his concierge. Months in advance, the concierge selects an "isolated" furnished mansion and if needed, a small construction crew is brought in to add additional temporary features, the crew also signs confidentiality agreements.

They normally construct temporary sex dungeons, stripper poles, an outdoor cabana, and baccarat, poker tables and a roulette wheel are brought in (with dealers).

The parties are by invitation only and celebrity guests have to bring a doctor's note confirming a clean bill of health and they have to sign a confidentiality agreement. They arrive to find a red carpet leading up to the front door. No cell phones and cameras are allowed. Out of town guests are flown in and local guests have the option of arriving in a shuttle, provided by the host.

Some of the guests play $10,000 a hand poker games while others play baccarat or spin the roulette wheel. A few smoke cigars in a private room or take to the dance floor with hot music and an foam machine in full effect.

The host even hired a well known entertainer who performed for the guests, afterwards, he was also an party participant.

After a nice dinner, guests retire to the spacious living room and view a racy sex show performed by several female and male dancers flown in earlier-via private jet. They also had to sign secrecy agreements prior to performing. A variety of escorts also flew in on the same jet.

Earlier in the day, a Hollywood drug dealer to the stars provided the drugs: Cocaine, ecstasy and an assortment of pills, in full view. Krug, Moet and Dom were also on display.

After the drugs and alcohol are digested, the guests become more uninhibited and they are instructed to remove everything but their bling.

Some of the guests retreat to the theme rooms, with the following names: "Hollywood Swinging," where random sex takes place. Others are assigned to rooms in line with their personal preference: "Straight Room," "Girl/Girl Room," "Boy/Boy Room," "Sex Dungeon," "T-Girl (Pre-Op or non Pre-Op Room," or they have the option of group sex in the outdoor cabana.

Condoms were in supply, some used them, others didn't.

The following day, a cleaning crew is brought in and the temporary construction is dismantled.


As we reported in the past, Suge Knight was once feared, J. Prince is still feared and Baby is no joke! You can now add another name to the mix, Eric B.

Eric B. was recently in the ATL and a lot of people were terrified. He attended a party (with celebrities) and as soon as he walked in the room, a hush fell over the crowd and women were trying to get at him the entire evening. Despite not having a hit record in several years, for the remainder of the evening, he controlled that room.

Eric has done quite well for himself: As we reported before, he owns three Rolls Royce Phantoms, he has a mansion in Buckhead, an estate in upstate New York, a penthouse near downtown New York and another home in Virginia.


Darryl "God" Whitling (first photo) is the drug trafficker LL Cool J portrayed in the film "In Too Deep." The undercover cop who took him down, portrayed by Omar Epps in the film-allegedly committed suicide (in real life) shortly after the film was released. Although the film was based in Cleveland, the real events took place in Boston, Mass.

Whitley grossed $11 million in drug profits during his reign and became the first man sentenced to life in prison for dealing drugs.


Darryl Whitling was an underworld boss so powerful that his nickname was God. He controlled eighty percent of the drug traffic in Boston, He also controlled many of his opponents through bribery or intimidation, and appeared to be untouchable.

An undercover cop in conjunction with the Boston Housing Authority and the DEA infiltrated Whitling's inner circle.

Whitling was eventually charged and convicted.



A young groupie's (above) wildest dream came true when she fell for a married African American NBA star. But, the fantasy soon ends when her affair with the athlete results in an extraordinary court battle (that reached the Supreme Court) for the custody of their biracial son.


Theodore "Blue" Edwards, 35, met Kimberly Van de Perre, a 25-year-old former beauty queen, in a Vancouver nightclub in 1996 when he was making $2-million a year playing for the Vancouver Grizzlies.

Despite being married (pictured with wife above), Edwards' had numerous extramarital affairs and Van de Perre's had a passion for the "sports groupie" bar scene.

Van de Perre at first told a psychologist she had sex with only one other basketball player besides Edwards, and he "was like a superstar."

But she later told the court she had been more sexually active than she had previously indicated.

"She stated she has other male friends on other NBA teams, although when they come to town, she stated she is 'like the tour guide,' helping them to find places where they can 'meet cute chicks,' " the judgment read.

Edwards' (wife) said Van de Perre "couldn't teach him what it's going to be like to be black, and how he is going to be seen in the world as being black ... And reading books won't help."

The judges agreed.

In an extraordinary ruling: Three judges ruled unanimously that the boy would be better off with the wealthy Edwards family because they can raise him in a black culture in the United States.

The ruling prevented Van de Perre from receiving a $15,000-$20,000 (monthly) child support check.


Skeptics refer to Craigslist as an online brothel but groupies and jumpoffs are now using Twitter to hook up with celebrities, there's no longer a barrier between fans and stars on Twitter and Facebook. Read below:

It turns out that NFL sex parties might not only occur on the secluded space of a boat. Kansas City Chiefs wide receiver Dwayne Bowe got a quick introduction to a hidden side of the NFL.

Bowe says that teammates meet girls online and fly them into town during road trips. NFL players apparently call the process “importing.” Bowe recalls one episode in San Diego during his rookie season:

“You hear stories about groupies hanging out in hotel lobbies, but some of my teammates had it set up so there was a girl in every room. The older guys get on Twitter and Facebook a week before we go to a city; when a pretty one writes back, they arrange to fly her in three or four days in advance. They call it importing.”

“Younger guys don’t have the money to do it,” Bowe added. “Anyway, these girls had the whole top floor. They know everything about us — first and last names, sisters and brothers, salary. This one girl was talking to me like she’d known me for years. ‘Hey, D-Bowe, how’s Grandma?’ I’m like, ‘How do you know my grandma?’ She knew that I talk about her every time I’m interviewed for a story.

Gold diggers also look for "celebrity sponsors" on Facebook and Twitter. After the deed is done, they share the details with the whole world via these social networking sites.


There’s been a quiet change going on in the sex slavery business. According to the United Nations, there are now more female traffickers than male. The number of women involved as pimps in sex trafficking is disproportionate to the number of female perpetrators in other criminal activity.

The United Nations’ report, Global Report on Trafficking in Persons, agrees with previous estimates from the U.S. State Department’s Trafficking in Persons Office (TIP) that sex trafficking accounts for the majority — nearly 80 percent — of human trafficking, with the victims overwhelmingly women and girls.


Another route — a very tragic and sad one — is for girls and women to turn from victim to victimizer. A pimp will sometimes use an older prostitute to gain a girl’s trust and convince her to come along with them — often with promises of modeling or movie opportunities. Sometimes — when the sense of right and wrong is deadened, when it is the only life a woman or girl knows, when the lure of “easy money” prevails, when life boils down to nothing more than concern for self, and when the conscience is so hardened it is impossible to feel for others, former victims begin to victimize others.

Kisha Rutledge (above) is one of the most brutal female pimps in history. She allegedly abandoned two children in favor of the sex trade, she loved to pack heat and she was heavy handed with her girls.


Keith Brown was a successful businessman who was proud of his accomplishments. He'd built a pressure-washing business in the Atlanta area into a major money-making venture, and he liked to show off his success. But police say he bragged to all the wrong people. Police say Brown was a client of Kisha "Key" Rutledge's escort service (Atlanta Keys).

But he ticked Rutledge off when he started going around the madam, and giving his money straight to her call girls. Not only that, but detectives say one of Rutledge's call girls had mentioned that Brown would often flash wads of cash. Rutledge decided it was time for some payback.

When emergency crews got to Brown's apartment, the cell phone was still in his hand.

Kisha Rutledge was the leader of a prostitution ring. Police say Rutledge planned to kill Brown and take his money, and she pulled in three people to help her do it. On June 12, 2007, the group 17-year-old Jeff Dulcio, 19-year-old Stephen Woods, and 25-year-old Michelle Morrison put Rutledge's plan to action. Brown called one of the call girls for a late-night visit, but when he opened his apartment door to let her in, he was instead faced with two men Dulcio and Woods.

Police say Dulcio had a gun, but since Brown is a gun collector, he was also armed, and the two started a shootout. Brown was hit several times. The men left him bleeding and frantically calling 9-1-1. He told the dispatcher that he had been shot, and that he was dying. When emergency crews got to Brown's apartment, the cell phone was still in his hand.


Kisha Rutledge went on the run and was a fugitive for several months before she was captured in Houston, TX.


Cover-Up (Media Blackout?)

A former U.S. Marine (Jason David Drake) shot and killed his former roommates-two political consultants (Ralph Gonzalez and David Abrami) before killing himself a few years ago.

A gay prostitution agency was connected to Drake. Underground media agencies reported that Drake allegedly planned to expose the list of Republican elected officials who were using the gay escort service. Damon Kruezer, a blogger has written repeatedly that Jason Drake was attempting to blackmail the murder victims (including Gonzalez) for money to pay for the legal case of his supposed lover, Harlow Cuadra.

Reports tie Drake to Norfolk Male Escorts, which also produced gay adult DVD's, and one of the stars was a man named "Drake."

The owners of this company are charged with murdering the owner of a competing gay porn video company, Bryan Kocis, in Pennsylvania. Kocis was stabbed 28 times and his home was set on fire. Kocis was scheduled to meet with a man named "Drake" one hour before the fire at his house was reported. Is Jason Robert Drake the same person as the gay porn star? Is he connected to the Pennsylvania murder?

There is a report from "a knowledgeable source" that Drake was the lover of one of the two men arrested in the Kocis murder. The theory is that Drake had a list of Republican clients of the escort service and was using that to extort money through his relationship with Gonzales and Abrami.


om the Telegraph of London ... 27 Jan 2007 — Liz Renay, who died in 2007, at the age of 80, was a Las Vegas showgirl, gangster's moll, convicted felon, cult actress, stripper, streaker and charm school instructor.

Convicted of perjury in 1959 when her boyfriend, racketeer Micky Cohen (above) , was tried for tax evasion, she spent 27 months in prison, a sentence she always regarded as fatal to her career prospects as a budding film star.

As it was, her screen appearances were largely confined to such low-budget productions as The Thrill Killers (1964), Lady Godiva Rides (1969), Interlude of Lust (1981) and The Corpse Grinders 2 (2000). Perhaps her landmark role was as a murderess in John Waters's Desperate Living (1977).

She was born Pearl Elizabeth Dobbins at Mesa, Arizona, on April 14 1926. Raised by fanatically religious parents, she ran away from home to enter a Marilyn Monroe lookalike contest (which she won) and became a Las Vegas showgirl and 44DD bra model.

An inveterate attention-seeker, she first came to notice in 1950 when her antics on a film set in Phoenix earned her a five-page picture spread in Life magazine headed "Pearl's Big Moment."

Working as a stripper in New York, she dated Tony Coppola, bodyguard to Albert Anastasia, head of Murder Inc, before leaving for Hollywood in 1957. As Liz Renay, she worked at a charm school between taking small television parts fixed by Micky Cohen.

The pair were often photographed canoodling together, and when Cohen was accused of laundering mob money through her bank account she was jailed for perjury.

On her release, she toured with her daughter in a double striptease act; and in 1974, watched by a crowd of 4,000, she became the first grandmother to streak down Hollywood Boulevard at high noon. Although it was a publicity stunt for a film, the authorities charged her with indecent exposure. She was acquitted.

In one of her several memoirs, My First 2,000 Men, she claimed to have had flings with numerous celebrities, including the baseball player Joe DiMaggio and Cary Grant.

Liz Renay's seven marriages ended in divorce. Her daughter committed suicide on her 39th birthday in 1982.

Bossip ran the following headline yesterday: "Gays Love O.J. Simpson," as follows: With the help of adoring prisoners and guards, O.J. is able to gamble on sporting events, get special privileges – and even receive massages from a group of gay inmates known as “The Girls,” says the source.
“He’s really tight with ‘The Girls,’” said the source, referring to the openly gay transgender part of the prison population.

Rewind: It's surprising that O.J. Simpson is now comfortable with gay and transgendered men because rumors have always circulated in San Francisco that he was ashamed of his allegedly gay father who donned women clothes on a regular basis. His father was a chef who allegedly left O.J.'s mother with four kids to move in with a male lover.

Allegedly, after O.J. broke a rushing record at City College, he wanted to share the moment with his father, he allegedly went to the gay district of San Francisco and watched from a distance as his father flirted with a variety of men outside a gay bar. Allegedly, O.J. never approached him, instead, he turned around and went home. Since his dad was flamboyantly gay, it was a real problem when he showed up at 49er games to cheer his son on. Jimmy Lee Simpson allegedly died of AIDS in the mid-80's.

Marvin Gaye was also embarrassed that his father liked to play "dress up." He spent his entire life making sure he didn't inherit his father's fondness for women's clothes. It was a real sensitive issue with him. Like O.J., Gaye was also ashamed of his father.

*This DVD was just released and promises to expose Black Hollywood, Black secret societies and the freaky things that go along with it! DVD press release, below:

Quincy Jones has been in the music and Hollywood business for decades. He helped bring Michael Jackson, Will Smith, LL Cool J and many others to stardom on different levels, but what was the payback? Is Quincy part of the Boule?

Pimp C was known to never bite his tongue. In an Ozone Magazine article he talked about fake southern rappers calling themselves dope boys, he also called out alleged gay moguls and rappers.

Dave Chapelle exposes why almost every strong Black actor played a cross dress or homosexual role. Hear his ordeal when he was confronted to wear a dress on the set of a movie with Martin Lawrence.

Bobby Hemmitt, the man that helped expose the Boule, drops jewels on the Black secret societies, gay fraternities, the Atlanta Boule gatherings and what really goes on when certain entertainers get together.


Billy Dee Williams has admitted in early interviews that he patterned his physical look on his idol, Clark Gable. Williams' at the time, playfully referred to himself as "Dark Gable." That's where the similarity ends.

Allegedly, from his youth, Gable was a relentless and amoral womanizer who used women to further his career. A woman named Jane Cowl was responsible for his early film roles, in return, he serviced her. He even stayed in her Beverly Hills mansion between roles. He dumped Cowl for Pauline Frederick, she bought him an expensive sports car and he often spent the night at her estate. She also paid for his expensive dental work and put him on an allowance.

After he broke up with Frederick, he moved in with another rich woman named Maria Langham, a wealthy 45-year-old divorcee with three children.

After Clark Gable became the box office king, he never lived off rich women again. Instead, he flipped the script and began hiring prostitutes. He was such a frequent guest at an Hollywood brothel that the studio warned him not to park his custom-made Duesenberg coupe outside. There were only two in the world, his and actor Gary Cooper's black one. Gable eventually had the women delivered to his dressing room.


Clara Bow was known as the 'It Girl' and was the screen's first megastar international sex symbol. She was the first actress who visibly flaunted her sex appeal and, in turn, became the most talked-about resident of Hollywood. Idolized by Louise Brooks in the 20s, Marilyn Monroe in the 50s, and Madonna in the 80s, Clara was an icon of sexual freedom for women everywhere. Bonnie & Clyde were reportedly huge fans of Bow as well.

Her acting ability has been overshadowed by the story of how she took part in an orgy with the entire USC football team. That particular legend has been generally dismissed as urban legend, but Clara did give rumormongers grist for the mill. She scandalized image-conscious Hollywood peers by being successfully sued for alienation of affections by the wife of a doctor.

In 1930, Bow herself sued a former secretary for embezzlement and, in retaliation, the secretary shocked the press with stories of Bow's USC gangbangs and, the same year, a newspaper ran a series of articles reporting how Bow frequently had sex in public, engaged in threesomes with prostitutes, dallied with women in the absence of available men. She suffered her first nervous breakdown at age 26, and Paramount, the studio that had made a fortune on Bow, dropped the star in 1931.

The indifference of the studio added to Clara's difficult mental state already fragile from the publicity surrounding the scandals. This combined with the mental scars caused by her abusive family background (she had been raped by her father) had left Clara mentally unstable and incapacitated for the later years of her life. She died in solitude in 1965.


We featured Clara Bow on Thursday, under the headline: "The First Scandalous & Notorious Actress In Hollywood." Here's an update to her sad story:

Clara Bow's grandmother died in an asylum when she was not yet two and her grandfather died pushing her on a swing at four. Her mother Sarah who inherited mental illness from her own mother attempted suicide several times and had bizarre fits. When Bow was just nine she awoke to find her mother holding a knife to her throat and threatening to kill her.

Because of this incident, Bow never slept through the night during her entire life.


Gus Greenlee, a reputed gangster and numbers runner, had just purchased the Pittsburgh Crawfords (Negro League team). Greenlee's main interest in baseball was to use it as a way to launder money from his numbers games. Gus Greenlee was known on the Hill as "Mr. Big," the man who could get things done. He was a nightclub owner, a bootlegger, a loanshark, a numbers runner, and a political heavy.

Greenlee ran one of the largest and most complex gambling networks of the period. They controlled almost a hundred numbers banks, each with its own specified territory (Pittsburgh Post Gazette, July 8, 1982). In total the Harris-Greenlee operation employed about 5,000 people.

The Crawfords were the best-financed team in black baseball during its early years. Revenue generated from his gambling and bootlegging operations allowed Greenlee to sign black baseball's biggest names. It also enabled him to build his own ballpark.

When he bought the Pittsburgh Crawfords in 1930, he was insulted that his players were not allowed to use the dressing rooms at venues like Forbes Field, Ammon Field, and others. In 1932 he opened Greenlee Field, the first black-owned and black-built baseball field in America. Greenlee took a huge risk by investing $100,000 the project (during this era-1930's, it was unheard of for a black man to have such a large sum of money, even from illegal endeavors).

On opening day, April 30, 1932, the pitcher-catcher battery was made up of the two most marketable icons in all of blackball: Satchel Paige and Josh Gibson.

The Pittsburgh Crawfords' 1935 squad is arguably the best ever to play in the Negro Leagues, as it fielded five Baseball Hall of Fame players. In 1933 Greenlee organized the annual East-West Classic, an all-star baseball game in Chicago between Negro League stars.

The "Crawford Grill," nightclub was founded by Gus Greenlee.

Music lovers flocked to the Crawford Grill to hear Billy Eckstine, Sarah Vaughn, Erroll Garner, Dizzy Gillespie, and other legends of jazz. White musicians who played downtown venues would go uptown to "The Grill" after their gigs to jam into the night with black musicians. The Crawford Grill was a meeting spot for people of all colors who loved jazz.

The club's fourth incarnation, which re-opened in 2003 as "Crawford Grill on the Square" at Station Square, closed in early 2006.

The Crawford Grill, which is a distinct building from the "Crawford Grill on the Square," was put up for sale in November 2006.

It received a historical marker from the Pennsylvania Historical and Museum Commission in 2001.

He used the power that his money gave him to exhibit his racial pride; locals remember him as someone who "always went to bat for Negroes in those dark Depression days." His success on Wylie Avenue opened the door for him and many others for economic and political gains.

When people needed anything from groceries to rent money to college tuition, they turned to Gus. Although Gus was a loanshark, in these type of situations, he never asked for the people to pay him back. Gus also helped with scholarships for schooling and with grants to buy homes.

Gus Greenlee died of a stroke July 7, 1952. He is buried in Pittsburgh's Allegheny Cemetery.

"The biggest drug smuggler in American History had shadowy connections."

Through some contacts Barry Seal was introduced to marijuana growers in Colombia. After he made some trips he decided this would be his new career venture. In 1980 he began working for the Ochoa family and the Medellin Cartel transporting more lucrative cocaine shipments.

After he made contacts with various Latin drug producing organizations he began to develop his smuggling strategy. By 1981 he worked mainly for the Ochoa family and the Medellin Cartel transporting more lucrative cocaine shipments. This is according to the Frontline documentary on the drug war. He then became one of the largest transportation rings for the cartel in America.


Barry Seal was gunned down by Colombians (Medellin cartel hit). Three Colombians were convicted of his murder. The 'shooter team' was linked to a Miami gun shop that also allegedly supplied weapons to the Contras.

Speculation has long been that Seal was assassinated.

When, for example, the Gambino Family (to cite another organized crime syndicate) finds it necessary to enforce discipline by 'splashing' one of their own, they may contract it out to another 'outfit.'

A lawyer, through discovery, gained access to something more valuable than gold, the contents of the trunk of Barry Seal's Cadillac on the night he died, and discovered that a cover-up was underway before Seal's body had grown cold in the Baton Rouge morgue.

The trunk contents were physically seized from the Baton Rouge Police within minutes of Seal's death.

Lewis Unglesby is today one of the most powerful and well-known attorneys in Louisiana. But back in 1986, he was just a 36-year-old lawyer who represented Barry Seal, and who, Unglesby himself admits, was made by Seal to operate on a "need-to-know basis."

"I sat him down one time," recalls Unglesby, talking about his relationship with Seal, "and said: I cannot represent you effectively unless I know what is going on.

Barry smiled, and (allegedly) gave Unglesby a number, and told him to call it, and identify himself as (Seal.)

According to Unglesby: I dialed the number, a little dubiously, and a pleasant female voice answered: "Office of the Vice President.'"

Source: Daniel Hopsicker @ The Washington Weekly


Harlem’s most talked about hostess, A’Lelia Walker threw the most extravagant parties of the Harlem Renaissance.

A'Lelia Walker stood 6'0. This heiress was married four times. The hundreds of parties she threw during the 1920's were financed by her inheritance from her mother, Madam C.J. Walker.

Black socialites, movie stars, royalty, racketeers and the international set attended Walker's parties. Her most elegant parties were held at her Villa Lewaro mansion which had a 24-carat gold plated piano on display.

Wearing a uniform of silk dresses, sable coats, turbans encrusted with jewels, and often carrying a riding crop, Walker was unmistakable, even among the crowds at her legendary parties.

“She would usually issue several hundred invitations to each party,” Langston Hughes wrote. “Unless you went early there was no possible way of getting in. Her parties were as crowded as the New York Subway at the rush hour—entrance, lobby, steps, hallway, and apartment a milling crush of guests

According to gay poet Parker Tyler (above), Al Capone's gay cousin was constantly in Harlem, trying to pick up black men on the sly. Tyler also claimed that numerous gangsters tried to seduce black men discreetly. Celebrities like Tallulah Bankhead and Princess Muret would allegedly go on a bisexual spree at a gay club named the "Clam House." Princess Muret would also creep to the heterosexual (all black) surroundings of the Savoy (pictured below) with heiress Emily Vanderbilt.

James Bond visited the Savoy Ballroom in the film "Live and Let Die," in 1973.


During the period in Afro-American history known as the "Harlem Renaissance," Paul Meeres (above) rose like a bust of light in the night sky and became a main feature at New York's, plush Cotton Club in the 1920s. Strikingly handsome, he was regarded as the best looking man in the Bahamas and was nicknamed "The Brown Valentino," a source says.

"Paul Meeres was the first black Bahamian to work in New York City at a white club. Back in those days, the Cotton Club in Harlem was the club where black dancers could work.

"From New York, it was on to Paris where he performed at the ritzy Follies-Bergère Theater, with the legendary Josephine Baker.

At the height of his career, Meeres toured much of America, as well as Cuba, the Far East, and Canada. In fact, his far-reaching popularity took him to Buckingham Palace where he gave a command performance.

He returned to the Bahamas at the height of his career in 1939, and opened Chez Paul Meeres Club. Meeres also built the first theatre and 50-room hotel in the Bahamas.

Business was booming at Paul Meeres Club, as it attracted big name celebrities such as screen stars Elizabeth Taylor and Ava Gardner. Allegedly, Gardner made it known, she was very attracted to Meeres' pretty boy looks. It's unknown whether anything transpired between the two.

"He brought bands and entertainers from Cuba and Jamaica; he brought peacocks, too. In the garden, he had peacocks ... it was really beautiful and grand!"

According to a friend of Meeres, he explains why the club was popular among the international travelers:

"First of all, it was because he went abroad and appeared in all the famous clubs in Paris, London, New York, and Cuba. He was able to bring along with him that environment. Whenever he brought people in, everybody knew they were people of a high caliber."

Soon, however, things started going downhill for Meeres. The once savvy, well-dressed, businessman took to the bottle and allowed his business to falter.

When his nephew escaped from prison, and hid in his mother's house, Meeres took the rap for housing a fugitive; he spent six months in prison for that offense.

"He was never the same after that. He went into a depression, started drinking heavily, lost his ambition. Even though he had the club, he just walked the street drunk."

In 1957, Taylor and Renee Volt from Sweden, took over the club and renamed it "The Tropicana" which burnt down in 1958 under mysterious circumstances.

Four years later, tragedy struck. On Sept. 13, 1962, a drunk Paul Meeres, staggered across the path of a Customs Department bus driven by Dyanza Burrows. He was pronounced dead hours later at the Princess Margaret Hospital. He was the father of three.

Source: Nassau Guardian


At the time of Helen Lee Worthing's death, her obituary read:

"Died. Helen Lee Worthing, fiftyish, faded onetime Ziegfeld Follies dancer who was once pressagented as "the most beaufiful girl in the world," of seconal poisoning, in Los Angeles. After a few parts in silent movies, she married a Negro physician, Dr. Eugene Nelson, was dropped by the studios, eventually moving on to drink, dope and sanitariums."

Hollywood's Most Tragic Marriage, as it originally appeared in the February 1952 issue of Ebony Magazine (five years after Worthing's suicide).

Courtesy of our friends at illkeepyoupostedtypepad.com:

Somehow the years passed. Eugene had his work and it kept him busy day and night, but I had nothing to do with my days. Every one of my old friends had deserted me and I couldn't make new friends when they found out who I was. Oh! I tried hard to make people like me for myself alone. I took up art at a fashionable art school in Los Angeles. I dabbled in ceramics, fashion designing and attended writing classes, but I guess I had developed an anxiety nuerosis. I was nervous and afraid all the time. My ears had become oversensitive, listening for whispers, titters and subtle innuendoes. Finally, I had to just give up and stay home practicing on the piano, embroidering and reading books. We moved frequently, for when our neighbors found out who we were, they often became disagreeable. I was drinking more and more to ease that hurt inside me, and I was continually increasing the amount of sedatives I took as I grew more troubled. Finally, under the continued strain, my health broke and I could not sleep at all. I loss weight and became deeply depressed. Eugene was more tender and understanding than ever. He sent me to a sanitarium in Wisconsin where a new treatment for insomnia had been developed. I was there for months and improved considerably. But I wasn't home long before I was worse again. I was developing strange fears and anxiety tortured me day and night. I began to be terribly afraid of people, afraid to have them look at me.

(NOTE: Things had gotten to the point that Helen became delusional about people staring at her and making comments behind her back. Eugene sent her to another hospital in New York where she was befriended by a contingent of African Americans who brought her flowers, and came to see her regularly. All the while, the hateful letters started to flood the hospital. Growing more despondent, and missing Eugene, she checked herself out of the hospital and armed with barbituates and other drugs, she went back home to California).

Eugene did everything in the world for me, and he was always kind and considerate even when I was hysterical and depressed. But I could see the strain was affecting us. We began to quarrel, not because we had any real basis in quarreling, but only because our nerves were at the breaking point. Even the great love we had for each other couldn't save us. Perhaps the knowledge that the world looked upon that love as something vile and shameful was, it became too much for either of us to bear. We were living in a large colonial mansion on a fashionable area off Wilshire Boulevard then. On one side of the drawing room was Gene's immense painting of St. George and the Dragon. I had grown to hate that picture, and dreaded being alone in the house with it. The dragon had come to represent life to me - and I was desperately afraid of it. I grew steadily weaker, and more nervous and depressed. My physical condition distorted my thinking and I began to blame Gene for everything. I had moments when I actually hated him, but through it all, he was kind and considerate. Only his eyes and the lines on his face showed how he was suffering. Then one night, half drunken and dazed with sleeping capsules, I decided to murder him and then kill myself. Death was the only way out that I could see for us. All night long I had lain sleepless and tossing on my bed, although I had taken a number of capsules. Half frenzied, I got up finally and found the gun I always kept hidden. Clutching it, I slipped into his bedroom. In the dim grey light of dawn, I pointed the gun at his temple and tried to pull the trigger. Perhaps just the slightest pressure would have done it, but the gun didn't go off, and then I remembered how kind he had always been to me, and I realized I couldn't go through with it. I hid the gun again, and then came back and sank down beside his bed sobbing. He opened his eyes and saw me there. For hours, he held me in his arms while I cried my heart out. And he cried with me - we were like two lost souls caught in a hideous whirlpool which daily and irrevocably was destroying us. In a broken voice, he kept repeating over and over again "Oh, my baby.....my precious baby, if they would only give us a chance. Go back Helen - go back to your world. Go now before it's too late. I'll do anything in God's world to help you". "Darling, my darling" I whispered as I clung to him. "I love you more than life, but I can't go on like this. It's killing me." And so we tried to make the break - to part from each other. I moved to a hotel and the papers announced that I was divorcing Eugene. But I reckon without my heart - to be away from him was more than I could bear. I drank heavily and doped myself with sleeping capsules, but I had to drop the divorce proceedings and go back. He seemed like a part of my soul and I felt like I couldn't live without him.

We tried to make a go of it again in a big rambling house at Las Tunas Beach overlooking the Pacific. It was a lovely place near Malibu, with a huge fireplace and picture windows looking out over the sea. The sound of the waves soothed me, and for a time we were happy, but it didn't last. The forces at work destroying us were too strong. Again we were seperated. Eugene turned the beach house over to me. Sally stayed with me to run the house, and I had my car and chauffer. After he had gone, I almost went mad with loneliness and yearning for him, but this time I decided I would stick it out if it killed me. My lawyer started proceedings to have our marriage annulled. I was under a terrific emotional strain at this time and liquor and sleeping pills no longer had much effect on me. In desperation, I turned to narcotics. Oh! I know that people have said that Gene started me using dope, that he supplied me with it, but there is not a word of truth in that story. He never gave me drugs and tried to stop me from using them when he found out about it. A physician in Santa Monica supplied me with the drugs I wanted but his fees were high. Gene was giving me a generous monthly allowance, but I soon found that most of the money was going for dope. I knew I was playing with fire but I didn't care, for narcotics were giving me a great deal of false courage and confidence in myself. I began to feel as if all were not lost and I dreamed again of making a place in the world for myself. After several months, I gave up the beach house, and moved in an apartment in Hollywood. By then I was a slave to drugs. To get more of the stuff - I began paying for it with my possessions, first my mink coat and then my other lovely furs. Then one piece of my jewelry at a time (much of it from Cartier's), and finally my Knabe grand piano, Oriental rugs and even my Frigidaire and peices of furniture.

Only with the illusion of hope and courage that the hyperdermic needle gave me could I bear to face the world. My clothes began to get run down and hung on me because of the weight I lost. I guess I realized too that much of my beauty had faded and hard lines had been etched in my face. But I hadn't realized how much I had changed until one day in Los Angeles, I met Imogene Wilson, an old friend from the Ziegfeld days. "Hello, Imogene" I said nervously holding out my hand to her. "It's wonderful to see you again". But she looked at me with no sign of recognition in her eyes. I simply couldn't believe Imogene would snub me too. Then I heard her saying " I'm awfully sorry, but I don't believe I know you". "I'm Helen Lee Worthing, Imogene" I answered. "But I guess I've changed alot........" She threw her arms around me and soon we were talking about old times. Oh! it was good to have a friend again. She drove me home in her limousine and told me about her battle with narcotics. She promised to help me. But after she left me at my apartment, I became more and more depressed. As I studied myself in the mirror, I felt that I was really finished. No wonder Imogene didn't recognize me, my face looked really haggard and thin and tragedy was in my sunken eyes. I felt I just couldn't bear to face the dreary, empty years ahead. With a razor blade, I slashed both my wrists. But the cuts weren't deep enough, and I was saved - saved to go to the very depths of this world's hell. For I was on the devil's slide then and nothing could stop me. My mind began to play tricks on me. I began imagining I could hear voices talking about me - other times I my mind was so hazy that I couldn't think or I would have spells of hysteria. Even morphine didn't help me. Finally, I was committed to the psychopathic ward of Los Angeles General Hospital. Headlines told the world that I was a dope addict. But I didn't know and wouldn't have cared if I had known for I was in the depths of hell then. I was suffering tortures that I shudder to recall. Monstrous hallucinations tortured me to the point where I couldn't tell the real from illusory. I heard voices mocking and jeering at me: I saw demons and horrible mishapen creatures leering at me. I screamed and fought and tried to kill myself. Finally, I found myself in a strait-jacket, tied to an iron cot in a grim cement room barren of furniture. From the psychopathic ward I was sent to a sanitarium - rest home they call them. As I look back the whole thing seems like a hideous nightmare - the hallucinations persisted and the craving for drugs was sheer torture. For hours at a time, I would be wrapped tight in wet sheets and immersed in tubs of water to quiet me.

Gradually, as I was cured of the narcotic addiction, my mind found its way back to sanity. Gene didn't attempt to see me, but I knew he would come in an instant if I sent for him. He paid all my bills and sent me lovely flowers and gifts. Months later, I was released as cured - both from drugs and a drug psychosis. I had gained back the weight I lost and looked better than I had in years, but my heart had becard hard, bitter and calloused. I was vindictive - I wanted to get back at the world that had hurt me. And so I painted my face, bought fashionable new clothes, and began frequenting the bars in the smart hotels. Sure, I played men - played them for every cent I could get out of them. And when they got serious, I laughed in their faces and mocked them. I only wanted to hurt them -I wanted to hurt anybody and everybody that I could. To see others suffer a little as I had suffered gave me a sort of fiendish pleasure. Before long, I was back on morphine again!

Yes! I hated the world then - and most of all I hated the white race - and their cruel, vicious intolerance that refused to let me live in quiet peace and happiness with the man I loved. Yes! I even hated and cursed God - if indeed there was a God, and I didn't believe there was. Sometimes, in a drunken stupor I'd raise my fist and shake it at the heavens- at that God love and tolerance and understanding and all His precious saints that the white preachers prattled about so piously in church - those same Christians that sent the cruel dirty anonymous letters. As I cursed and defied God and man, life beat me ever more cruelly with lashes of fire and I sank to even lower depths. I became a familiar figure on Los Angeles's notorious Skid Row. I began to roam the cheap bars and dance halls. My name was always in the newspapers, not headlines any longer, but sordid little articles: "Helen Lee Worthin Found Bruised And Bleeding in Main Street Hotel With Man" "Ex-Follies Beauty Arrested in Santa Monica on Drunk Charge" "Helen Worthing Picked Up On Morals Charge". And then headlines again when I was thrown in jail for forging narcotic prescriptions. I was sentenced to one year in jail. And again I went through all the tortures of the drug cure. At last when I was released, I resolved to make a new start and for a time I really tried hard. I took a job first as a seamstress and then in a defense plant as matron in the women's rest-room. But it was too late! Perhaps I had already been through too much because I just couldn't face the world any longer. Frustration, hatred and bitterness were like a cancer eating at the core of my being. I found forgetfulness once more in liquor and drugs. From then on I became a familiar figure in police courts, emergency hospitals, charity offices and on the streets of the worst sections in Los Angeles. I was like a dead woman - a woman without a soul - making the motions of living, but really dead - dead beyond caring, feeling or even thinking. Time and again, I attempted suicide with sleeping capsules, chloroform, and deadly drugs and gas. But always I was saved. Saved for further suffering - saved to sink lower into the foul depths of depravity. And then one night when it seemed I had reached the utter bottom of human misery and degradation - when I had suffered until I was beyond suffering, and hated until my heart had become gall - that night some last vestige of soul within me cried out in sheer agony "Oh God, why......."

The pain, anguish and heartbreak behind that cry must have reached out into the uttermost depths of time, space and eternity - the last, hopeless,despairing cry of a lost soul calling to the God she had cursed, for an answer. Then some mystical thing happened to me. A feeling of peace came over me and I seemed to drift into a wonderful state of concsciousness where there was no more pain or hatred. And the senseless jumble of my life resolved itself into a pattern. I seemed to be seeing life impersonally, objectively as a school - a great school for eternity where each of us has lessons to learn. Clearly I could see all the mistakes I had made. My marriage to Eugene appeard as a great test - a test I had failed! My failure was in fighting to make the white race accept us, and hating and cursing them when they refused. With the understanding of that moment, I saw that I should have turned to the colored race of my husband which had always held out a warm, friendly hand to me after my marriage to Gene. If only I had been big enough to have accepted that hand of friendship in the spirit it was offered, then Gene and I could have made a success of our marriage and proved an inspiring example to the world that love knows no petty boundaries of race or color. Suddenly then, I was sorry - sorry for everybody in this world. All hatred went out of my heart - and bitterness and resentment. Softly, I began to cry -only this time my tears were not tears of self-pity, but tears for all the pain and agony of the world - an immature world that still judges a man by his color or his race or his creed and not for his own fine qualities. Today I am tired with a weariness that is beyond description, and I haven't the courage or the strength to go on. But I am grateful that at last I have found faith- faith in God and man for I know that the day is not far off when all men will be brothers regardless of the color of their skin. In that day, society will cheerfully grant to each man his birthright of freedom - the right to marry and live in peace and social acceptance with the person he loves.



Underground Party Cave

Henry T. Nicholas is an inventor with a Ph.D. in electrical engineering, he grew wealthy (worth $10 billion) by developing the technology that allows for high-speed Internet, Wi-Fi and Bluetooth.

Nicholas is accused of building “sex caves” under his mansion with secret entrances, unbeknownst to his wife and kids (upstairs) because of sound proofing.

He allegedly maintained a fully stocked warehouse of drugs in the caves and on both his private jets. He also kept a brothel’s worth of prostitutes on the payroll and, during the boring moments, he allegedly spiked his colleagues’ drinks with Ecstasy.

The caves also had a bar (Nick's Bar) and a million-dollar sound system where he and his rock star friends indulged themselves.

In an Oriental-themed, tricked-out parlor, Nicholas, his friends and a bevy of prostitutes would party and have sex for days – abusing cocaine, laughing gas and other drugs, as music from such chart-toppers as Led Zeppelin and Phil Collins played, according to court papers and a former employee.

The worker said the parlor had six couches. The main room was fashioned in a Far East motif and adorned in rugs and statues, including a four-foot stone figure of Medusa. There was a Jacuzzi for six. A bedroom in the back was used for sex and sleeping, the worker said.

“The parties would last for 24 hours straight, sometimes longer."

Nicholas was indicted for felony drug, conspiracy, and securities fraud.

On January 8, 2010, prosecutors sought (and were granted) a dismissal of the charges. So, now there are no longer any outstanding federal indictments active against Nicholas.


Vampirefreaks.com has been linked to several violent crimes, including a triple homicide in Medicine Hat, Alberta, Canada. A 12 year old girl and her 23 year old boyfriend, whom she communicated with on Vampirefreaks.com, were charged in the murders.

A murder-suicide at Dawson College in Montreal was linked to the website. Additionally, two Toronto men were charged with carrying out the bidding of a woman they met on the site by stabbing a 12-year-old boy 73 times, killing him. The site has also been linked to an arson in Minnesota and to rapes of underage women in New York and Texas. The site also allegedly attracts male pedophiles,

In Australia, a 50-year-old man and his 19-year-old son are accused of using vampirefreaks.com to create fictitious characters to meet Carly Ryan (above), 15. The father traveled to Adelaide in January 2007 for the girl's 15th birthday.

Backstory: Prosecutors told jurors how the father and son (whose names have been withheld for legal reasons) posted the photograph of a hot young man in Goth garb, how they called him Brandon, how they hid behind the fake 20-year-old's persona in an attempt to woo the underage Carly, who fell head-over-heels for the fictional Brandon.

When Carly invited the nonexistent Brandon to her 15th birthday party, the father hatched a diabolical plot to meet Carly in the flesh. Posing as Brandon's nonexistent stepfather Shane, the father wheedled an invitation to the celebration after he told Carly that Brandon would be out of the country.

Deluding himself that he could win over Carly, he touted himself as a macho former commando who had worked as a bodyguard for Goth rocker Marilyn Manson.

In real life, he was a divorced loser, who lived with his mother.

"He was stocky with thinning hair, he had crooked teeth and walked hunched over," says Carly's mom (Sonya). Carly told me, she thought he was gross." During the visit, the father creeped out Carly's friends by asking girls at the party to kiss each other for entertainment. Inappropriately, he also bought Carly an array of sexy outfits, including a corset and lingerie.

Then, while sleeping over with the Ryans', he sneaked into Carly's bed and molested her.

"A witness heard the father tell Carly: "I love you. I would never let anything happen to you," according to the prosecutors.

The next morning, Carly told her mother how "Shane" groped her. Sonya hit the roof, throwing the predator out and ordering him to stay away from her daughter.

In court, the father's eldest son recounted how the father had recruited him to "fix up" Carly. When the son refused, the father turned to his youngest son.

Shortly afterwards, Carly received an email from the bogus Brandon that invited her to meet him in person at Australia's Horseshoe Bay. The next day, a swimmer found her body in the water.

"Soon afterward, according to the son, my father told me he punched Carly in the face, pushing her face into the sand, and then he threw her into the water.

Carly drowned and was found floating in the water at Port Elliot on South Australia's south coast a month later. The two men, who cannot be identified, have denied murdering the teenager.

On the 21st of Jan, 2010 a 50-year-old man from Victoria was found guilty of the murder of Carly Ryan. His 20 year old son was found not guilty and has since returned to Victoria. However the identity of the convicted murderer will never be revealed in order to protect his son.


Sex trafficking is one of the most despicable illicit industries on the planet. When you hear a story about a couple being murdered and their children disappearing, more than likely, the murderer sold them to a slave owner.

Slave owners reportedly have scouts all over the country, their main goal is to trick men, women and children into sex trafficking.

Sex traffickers aka slave owners have redefined this sick practice by buying mansions and running the premises similar to a house of prostitution.

Rival slave owners have been known to kidnap top girls by setting up a date (posing as a john) with the girl they have in their sights.

The most attractive women are auctioned off to buyers all over the world via an encrypted site where bidders bid frantically. Some of these bids allegedly exceed $75,000 to reserve the girl for a month. When buyers grow fond of the girl, they pay her fee and then pimp her out (to their friends) to retrieve the fee they spent and they break her off $15,000-$25,000 unbeknownst to the slave owner. The buyer shows the girl how to hide her money overseas from her slave owner via numbered accounts.


A teacher who works at the elite private school attended by President Barack Obama's daughters Sasha and Malia was arrested for allegedly abusing a student who was hired to do chores at his house.

Robert Peterson, 65, an educator at Sidwell Friends School in Silver Springs, MD for 30 years is accused of repeatedly inviting a 14-year-old boy to his home, showing him pornography and inappropriately touching him.

Peterson is charged with the sex abuse of a minor and a fourth-degree sexual offense, and has been freed on $200,000 bond. The student reported the alleged abuse in September 2008 to an adult who contacted the cops.

Dubbed the Harvard of Washington's private schools, exclusive Sidwell is famous for educating the children of presidents and other top families in and around the nation's capital. Teddy Roosevelt sent his son Archibald to the school and Richard Nixon's daughters Julie and Tricia went there as well. Other Sidwell students of note have been Chelsea Clinton and Albert Gore III.


CASPER, WYO. — Prosecutors on Tuesday, Jan. 19 formally charged a California man with five felonies in connection with allegations that he posted an advertisement on an Internet site requesting the rape of a Casper woman.

Pfc. Jebidiah James Stipe (above) — a maintenance mechanic with VMU-1 at Marine Corps Air Ground Combat Center Twentynine Palms — is accused of posting the Craigslist advertisement that led to the brutal rape of a 25-year-old woman inside her Casper home on Friday, Dec. 11.

The 27-year-old Marine — who has been in custody since Wednesday, Dec. 16 — made his initial appearance in Natrona County Circuit Court on Tuesday. With his hands and ankles shackled, he wore a dark green jumpsuit during the proceeding.

Judge Steven Brown set bond at $500,000.

Stipe, a Carbon County native, has been charged with conspiracy to commit first-degree sexual assault, along with four other felonies.
He faces life in prison if convicted of all charges.

Prosecutors charge that on Saturday, Dec. 5, Stipe posted an advertisement on Craigslist that read, “Need a real aggressive man with no concern for women.” Investigators say Stipe pretended to be the Casper woman when he posted the ad.

Craigslist is an Internet site that allows users to post classified advertisements online at little or no charge.

According to previous courtroom testimony, Stipe and the woman he claimed to be had a brief romantic relationship during summer 2008 and early 2009.

Ty Oliver McDowell (above), a 26-year-old Mills resident whom sheriff’s deputies say raped the victim, has been charged with first-degree sexual assault, along with four other felonies. He is accused of breaking into the woman’s residence just off Robertson Road, tying her hands behind her back and penetrating her with a knife sharpener and penis. He is also accused of holding a knife to her neck throughout the rape.

The alleged victim told police that right before McDowell accosted her, he said, “You want an aggressive man, b—-. I’ll show you aggressive.” The Star-Tribune does not identify sex crimes victims.

During McDowell’s preliminary hearing on Tuesday, Dec. 29, defense attorney Tim Cotton suggested that McDowell believed he was carrying out a rape fantasy the woman had requested.

At McDowell’s preliminary hearing, Natrona County sheriff’s Investigator Michael Steinberg testified the ad Stipe allegedly posted on Dec. 5 included a picture of the woman. She told police she had sent that picture to four people, Stipe being one of them.

Steinberg said an investigation revealed Stipe — pretending to be the woman — gave her home address to McDowell. The two communicated over the Internet using instant messaging at Yahoo.com, according to court documents. Steinberg said Stipe, still claiming to be the woman, told McDowell the rape fantasy was to include “humiliation, physical abuse and sexual abuse.”

McDowell, who in a previous court appearance said he was employed in the radiology department at Wyoming Medical Center, remains in the Natrona County Detention Center on $250,000 bond.

Stipe is due back in court in the next two weeks for a preliminary hearing, when a judge will decide if enough evidence exists for his case to be bound over to District Court.

Stipe was being processed for administrative separation from the Marine Corps as a result of a pattern of misconduct at the time of his according to the base Public Affairs Office.

Investigators say this case is eerily similar to an episode of the TV hit NCIS.


Ken Rodriguez @ Miami Herald:

Beyond the grave of Tim Richmond lies a trail of pretty women, following him into the ground. Fresh flowers rest beside the tombstone of one former lover. A second ex-girlfriend, fighting for her life, has picked out her casket. At least two former partners are in seclusion on the East Coast, awaiting the inevitable. Others - friends suspect a dozen or more - have passed on quietly, hoping to take this secret with them: Richmond, the late auto-racing star, infected them with the virus that causes AIDS.

Panic seized women across the country when media reports leaked the cause of Richmond's death in August 1989. LaGena Lookabill Greene (above), Richmond's former fiancee dying of AIDS in Charlotte, N.C., received more than two dozen calls.

``From those calls alone-only counting the ones from Charlotte-I could have started a support group of women exposed to HIV from Tim,'' said Greene, 35. ``There would be about 30 in that support group. They told me they were exposed, that they had had sex with Tim and they were worried.''

Richmond grew up in a wealthy family and lived a debauched lifestyle, earning him the nickname "Hollywood." In describing Richmond's influence in the sport of racing, Lowe's Motor Speedway president Humpy Wheeler said: "We've never had a race driver like Tim in stock car racing. He was almost a James Dean-like character." When Richmond was cast for a bit part in the 1983 movie Stroker Ace,"He fell right in with the group working on the film," said director Hal Needham. Cole Trickle, the main character in the movie Days of Thunder, played by Tom Cruise, was loosely based on Richmond.

Richmond's infectious-disease specialist, Dr. David Dodson, can only guess when his late patient might have become infected. ``Perhaps in the late '70s,'' Dodson said.

The time line is telling. Richmond-who attended a Miami prep school - could have been spreading the virus unchecked for eight years or longer. His sexual partners, friends say, were like stars in the sky-too numerous to count. ``I did receive several calls from women around the country,'' Dodson said. Not everyone exposed has been infected.

The Richmond family says their late son was diagnosed with AIDS in December 1986. Greene says he infected her Sept. 10 of that year in a New York hotel. She believes that Richmond knew he had the virus when they made love after his marriage proposal.

``I grieved his death,'' she said, even though he knowingly planted his seed of death inside me.''

Richmond's death evoked sympathy, tears. The girlfriends dying in his wake, silence. That is the cruel irony of sport-tributes for stricken men, isolation for their victims.

After Richmond died, The Charlotte Observer ran this headline: `He's In Victory Lane Forever.' One Charlotte television reporter lamented, ``He was a blazing star who burned out before his time.''

LaGena Lookabill Greene read the stories, watched the news, listened to every report that mourned Richmond's passing. ``I would sit in front of the TV and cry-not because people were grieving for Tim, but because no one was grieving for me and I was dying in silence,'' Greene said. ``I'd see knives in the kitchen and want to stick one right in my heart.''

She wants a memorial service. Everyone wearing white. A ballet. Lots of music. A celebration of her life.

``There is going to be singing,'' she said. ``That doesn't mean there won't be sadness. Everybody knows the tragedy.'' Life is leaking from Greene, a former North Carolina Junior Miss. Her T-cell count, which measures the strength of her immune system has plummeted from a near-normal 965 to 14.

She has picked out a white casket. A mausoleum awaits.

She has outlived any predictions I would have made about her surviving,'' said Dr. Joseph Jemsek, the infectious-disease specialist treating Greene. ``But we may lose her this year if our new drugs don't work.''

The journey has been wrenching. Three bouts of pneumocystis pneumonia Acute pancreatitis. Diabetes. Dizziness. Migraines. Vomiting. Uncontrollable diarrhea. Two bouts of cervical cancer

Her face-that beautiful face that once graced the pages of Glamour, Seventeen and Cosmopolitan magazines-is withering. Doctors say Greene suffers from temporal wasting. Her skull is caving in.

``What I see when I look at myself in the mirror is a stick of chewing gum-flat on both sides,'' said Greene, a former model who is 5 feet 2 and weighs 94 pounds, down from 110. ``I used to be voluptuous because I worked out at the gym twice a day.''

Tim Richmond met LaGena Lookabill Greene in 1980 and pursued her for six years, proposing three times. Theirs was an odd and unlikely relationship: Southern belle
,cum laude graduate meets swashbuckling woman-chasing daredevil.

``First time I saw them together,'' a longtime family friend said, ``I knew she was in trouble.''

Until Richmond came along, Greene had had only one boyfriend, a steady she dated from age 12 through her junior year at North Carolina.

Later, in 1985, LaGena met an actor, Danny Greene, while filming a movie. Shortly thereafter, Danny became a star on the TV series ``Falcon Crest.'' Tall, handsome and athletic, Danny starred in several motion pictures after playing football at South Miami University and Florida State. LaGena dated Danny for a while, broke up, then returned to Charlotte. Once home, she resumed her relationship with Richmond, a former football star himself at now-closed Miami Military Academy.

Tim's father, Al, does not believe that his late son infected LaGena Greene. ``I don't think there is anything to it,'' said Al, who lost his wife, Evelyn, to cancer after Tim's death. ``I don't remember her.''

LaGena says she and Al spoke on the phone many times. ``LaGena,'' she recalled Al telling her, ``Tim says you're the keeper. The first time he said that, I asked what he meant. He said, `You're the one Tim wants to marry.' ''

Jackie Lookabill, Greene's mother, also remembers Al Richmond. ``On Sept. 10, 1986, I brought my daughter to Charlotte Municipal Airport,'' Jackie said. ``And Evelyn and Al Richmond brought Tim. We chatted inside the lobby. Tim and LaGena were on the way to Maryland for Tim to have a press conference with USA Today.''

After the news conference, Richmond asked Greene to fly with him to New York for dinner, hinting he wanted to discuss something special.

Richmond rented a hotel suite, saying he wanted to freshen up. Moments after they arrived, a bellman delivered pink roses. Outside the window, Central Park in resplendent autumn colors. Inside the room, a man promising to be a devoted husband and father.

Richmond proposed, LaGena accepted. They consummated their relationship.

``I believed that by giving myself to Tim physically, our union marked the beginning of a lifetime of mutual commitment,'' she said. ``We never made love again. Now I see that day as the end of my life as I had known it.

``He had mentioned purchasing a $33,000 heart-shaped ring for me, but it was his words that melted my heart. To me, the ring was inconsequential. It was his love.''

The odds of a woman contracting HIV from a single sexual encounter with an infected man are limited. But the chances increase when the man is in the late stages of the disease.

Richmond, by his own doctor's estimate, might have been carrying the virus for eight years when he had sex with LaGena. Jemsek, her infectious-disease specialist, says he believes his patient's account.

Because of the timing of her sexual encounter and the subsequent development of medical problems, it all makes perfect sense,'' Jemsek said. ``It is a very believable scenario.''

A former friend of Richmond, who did not want to be identified, confirms that LaGena was with Richmond that day in the hotel suite. The woman told The Miami Herald she called Richmond's room and LaGena answered.

After leaving New York, LaGena and Richmond remained in touch by telephone. ``Tim wanted to spend Thanksgiving with me in Los Angeles,'' she said. ``We made plans, he didn't show up, and he didn't call for the next two years and four months.''

A sports agent called LaGena, wanting to know about whispers that Richmond had AIDS. A vicious rumor, she said. No way it could be true.

After hanging up with the sports agent, my mind began to swirl with memories of Tim's proposal,'' she said. ``I pictured Tim's face and his eyes, which were filled with tears saying, `Why now? Why are you saying yes, now? Why not earlier?' I became concerned that I needed to get tested, even though AIDS was known as a gay man's disease. The test came back negative. But I had only been exposed 11 weeks earlier. What doctors know now that they didn't know then is there can be a window of three to six months in which a person can be infected with HIV and test negative.''

Nine months after the test, a sportswriter called. He said Richmond was in the hospital and wondered if LaGena could confirm that Richmond had AIDS.

``I only said what a great race driver he was and I could not confirm any rumor,'' she said. ``But I went and got tested again. This time, I was positive.''

LaGena told Danny the news. One day they went to Santa Monica and ran on the beach. LaGena collapsed face down in the sand, got up, ran some more, fell again. They embraced, waves crashing around them, and wept. Looking at the ocean, they screamed, ``Why, God? Why are you doing this?''

LaGena suffered privately for eight years until Jemsek, her doctor, persuaded her to speak at a Charlotte AIDS seminar. After she went public, a neighbor knocked on her door at 5 a.m., handed her a single flower, began to weep and walked away.

Most women fear a different reaction. A rock through the bedroom window. Fire set to the house. Public ridicule. LaGena was afraid of all those things. Perhaps so are many of Richmond's former lovers, the ones still alive.

One told The Miami Herald she had slept with Richmond and had been tested. She did not disclose the results. Another, seriously ill in Pennsylvania, didn't return calls.

Questions linger about a third woman, Karen Beasley, a former Miss Winston (N.C.). Beasley's family says she died of leukemia in 1992 and knew Richmond but never dated him. Friends of Richmond insist a romantic relationship existed.

The only other woman to publicly say an American sports hero infected her is Waymer Moore. She sued Magic Johnson for $2.2 million, claiming he had infected her with HIV in 1990. The case has been settled out of court.

If Tim Richmond were alive today, LaGena would not sue, although she claims to have documentation proving intentional exposure. After a failed suicide attempt (LaGena planned to jump to her death. She planned to go skydiving and not survive the experience, making it look as if it were an accident), but she could not follow through. She was 3,500 feet above the ground when she changed her mind.

Afterwards, repented for the sin of premarital sex and rededicated her life to Christ.

Two years later, Danny proposed, knowing he and LaGena would never have children. They were married on Valentine's Day, 1990.

LaGena wanted an apology from Richmond after learning she had been infected. In March of 1989, Richmond began calling. ``But it wasn't to apologize and it wasn't to admit he had AIDS,'' she said. ``He denied for the next four months that he had AIDS.''

The Richmond family also denied the illness.

``Then, in what turned out to be our last conversation, I realized that Tim lacked the capacity to be truthful,'' LaGena said. ``So, I told him, `I know you gave me this disease and that you knew that you had AIDS when you asked me to marry you. But I forgive you.' He thanked me.''

A few days later, he died in West Palm Beach at age 34.


Puerto Galero (a sex tourist resort) in the Phillipines is the most notorious resort of its kind in the world. There are numerous cases of pedophilia that have been reported at this resort, three hours south of Manila.

Off the record: Powerful people keep this resort operational and it's been rumored that famous men discreetly patronize this resort for dalliances with underage children. Away from the prying eyes (paparazzi) of the U.S.

This area is a favorite for domestic and overseas pedophiles seeking children. This resort has been described as one of the Phillipines top five spots for child trafficking.

In the Philippines, child sex slaves are also sold on the open market.

A special report from the Vatican states: The Philippines has a serious trafficking problem of women and children illegally recruited into the tourist industry for sexual exploitation.

Rewind: We reported a few years ago that a prominent professional in the medical profession went overseas and bought three sons. His employer had no idea he had children. He used them as sex slaves and kept them out of the public eye.






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