Imagine working at a restaurant job (not your career), for two employers who aren’t even from here to stereotype you. Binn and Genc Jakupi are inbreds from a war torn country, who came to my home, thinking all black people are ghetto foster babies. That’s what you told Naomi Campbell about me right (read Genc Jakupi, Naomi Campbell & Jordan Barrett (1/2) and Genc Jakupi, Naomi Campbell & Jordan Barrett (2/2)? I’ve never had a conversation with either of them, only Serge Becker (read Who Is Serge Becker?), because he’s not a prejudice asshole. Adding insult to injury neither of these men are Caribbean, they profit off appropriating my culture. If you think black people are such scum, go make money selling Albanian food. These two are gutter trash. Fun fact, I grew up more privileged than both of you. Know your fucking place. That’s why telling stories of growing up is my fave.
Binn Jakupi is one of the most self-absorbed, vile, misogynistic, evil, racist people I have ever encountered. He’s ungrateful. Not only did he rub his genitals against my backside, he put his hand up my dress and touched it. Fortunately I wore underwear that day. Not wanting to hurt his brother Genc, who was kind to me until Binn manipulated him, I omitted it from my lawsuit. In fact my complaint was about him harassing, then firing my friend Tessa, after she rejected him. Binn fooled many people, but not me or Ariel. We never liked him, sweaty, awkward, weird, we couldn’t stand him. After blacking out and leading him on, I literally stopped drinking for a month. That’s how revolting I found him. I don’t even do that shit for dry January. It was clear to anyone with eyes I was wasted, hello I tried to make out with Dua Lipa’s mom in front of her husband. Even Jourdan Dunn knew I was blato that night (side note I appreciate Jourdan being rude to that dreaded server, she was delusional about her appearance, Genc hooked up with her…yuck).
Binn doesn’t care about anybody but Binn, with little brother Genc following behind. As the hierarchy of their culture teaches.
The Jakupi brothers not only stalked, harassed and followed me for years, they fabricated stories about me, from my upbringing to my occupation as an escort. They didn’t expect me to be a well-connected bitch from the Upper East Side (growing up with Emily Meade, Julia Fox, Matt Sukkar, Jackson Pollis, Asap Relli etc…). Binn and Genc Jakupi didn’t know their lies were going to be countered, letting my race, gender and employment at their restaurant define me. God forbid artists and entrepreneurs work in restaurants, unheard of (I’m being facetious). Their constant abusive behavior forced me to make my social media public, to tell the truth. The audacity of them breaching a contract, tormenting me, then thinking you could sue me…two fucking remorseless clowns. I paper trailed you. They also stalked my friend, preventing her from getting jobs too. Finally stopping when my ex-boyfriend Mick Jagger got involved. I met him at Miss Lily’s.
Niggas like you are the reason women turn to black magic for empowerment. You don’t get to spread false narratives about me, white trash. Black women aren’t here for you to objectify, I’m not the improvised girls who believe a restaurant would be the catalyst for a career. You’d have known that if you spoke to me like a human, instead of judging me down to my outfits. Miss Lily’s was sinking until Jordan Barrett posted me all over his Instagram and Snapchat. Instead of being grateful Binn decided to lie, have Olatz Schnabel post a throwback of Jordan, to find out who he was, then waited all day for Jordan’s return (I’m assuming to threaten him). Jealous that I wouldn’t give him the time of day. One of us was loyal to Genc and it wasn’t Binn. When they realized I was discussing Jordan throwing his Frame sunglasses party there, with Gigi & Bella Hadid hosting, they tried to backtrack, rehire me. Too late, sued. I’m a grown bitch, not anyone’s property. That’s why that same location closed permanently.
Mind you the executive chef is a white man in debt $3,000,000 from his own failed ventures. Not the Jamaican chef who won Chopped three times. This says everything about that plantation. You failed your chances at redemption. Enjoy your time, didn’t expect me to be a Goddess either. Karma. Xoxo Athena. Via: BFA
