As much as I trusted Mick Jagger in the beginning, I’m not a dumb bitch like the rest of them. While Mick paid my student loan, I owe him nothing. That was a gift he decided to give me. I on the other hand, didn’t want to purchase a home. He coerced me into it, knowing I idolized him. People who say television rots your brain, aren’t watching the right shows. If Judge Judy taught me anything, get money exchanges in writing. Period. This is the only way to differentiate between a loan, where one intends on being paid back and a gift. Unless you have some kind of written communication stating you are to be paid back, you’re legally fucked. Which is why I had Mick email me that this was borrowed money. I’m not finna get cursed out by Judge Judy.
Mick is extremely manipulative and took advantage of my love for him. Using this home as a means to control me financially. He also lied and told people I was blackmailing him. When we first started talking during quarantine, I believed he was gifting me concert tickets. I told him how former employer Genc Jakupi financially abused me and stalked me for years. I never even dated his weirdo ass. He’d still be stalking me if Mick didn’t handle him. However, Genc happened for a reason. All the extra steps of protection I take, that’s helped me, comes from my experience with him.
I ardently expressed to Mick I was going to Paris to write a novel, a well needed vacation. He insisted I could do that after we moved to Illinois. Which is why he got Melanie uggo Hamrick a ghostwriter, to be abusive towards me and why Raggedy Anne lied about him buying her a home. He got me a home.
Over an ugly bitch who murdered L’wren Scott, raped you, that you hate, your racist loser family and a mere $22,000, you ruined your life. You’re a joke to me. A coward. A clown. You then victimize yourself on an album, like I have nothing to be upset about. My review of Hackney Diamonds: fuck you. Grow the fuck up. Women aren’t brainless dolts, excluding the ones who spawned with you. Now the only way out for you is L’wren Scott. You really thought I was going to come back to you? You helped an ugly, mentally unstable, rapists, murderer, nobody attempt to incarcerate me after saving your lives. 30 days in jail, two years probation, a criminal record, therapy, a permanent restraining order, that’s what my plea deal was- thanks for the ideas Ratty Patty Melanie. When that didn’t work you set my job up. A FRACTION OF YOUR ABUSE AGAINST ME. You let your dumb kids, that hick Jerry Hall and satanic loser tell you what to do. People who are irrelevant without you, which is what their opinions should have been to you. I was the only one who loved you and didn’t want the fame or attention, like these fame whore losers. You’re a piece of shit and Melanie’s ugly face matches your soul. You got played. Thanks for underestimating me, even after knowing I’m a Goddess. You played checkers, I played chess. Athena . Via: Mick Jagger & Jaquana Cornelius