My History With Terell Ephron AKA Asap Relli

Just perplexed. As you know I’ve been working smart not hard, spending two plus years documenting evil Hollywood’s cruelty towards me. Shout out to my nigga Mr. Marino, RIP. In my first legal battle (against Blue Smoke) he taught me paper trail everything. At one point my sister and I spent every day in his law office on the Upper West Side, Marino & Veneziano in elementary school. Mostly we’d sit in the basement watching Full House episodes. My stepdad worked for him in renovations and construction. Other times on shorter visits we’d sit upstairs like clients, listening to the attorneys around us, flipping through dark mahogany binders with large rings, filled with legal jargon. I know those times taught me the UWS over anything else in New York City architecture, to Howard Roark’s chagrin. The Fountainhead protagonist, a hero of mine, would much prefer Hudson Yards, or Via West 57th. I think those days also instilled a love of law, now that I’m writing this. Wow.
His advice changed my life on numerous occasions.

On July 3rd 2021 I wrote on ASAP Rocky’s now archived post regarding knowing mutual people. Naomi Campbell lied on behalf of Genc & Binn Jakupi, my former Miss Lily’s bosses, disseminating false information about myself. Pretending to know me she spread malicious lies that I was a call girl, older than my 33 years, didn’t grow up on the Upper East Side and God knows what else (read Genc Jakupi, Naomi Campbell & Jordan Barrett (2/2) & Karma Alway’s Comes Featuring Miss Lily’s). Terell Ephron aka ASAP Relli, was one of the names I mentioned in my comment above, under my instagram name itsjqboo. He lived in the projects of Yorkville, The Issacs, which my friends and I walked avenues down to hang out in.

Julia Fox wasn’t lying when she said from penthouses to projects, the cool kids hung out with the other cool kids no matter where, in search of endless adventure.

I first met Terell in tenth grade when he came up to us in front of Delizia 92, one of the many pizza places we frequented. He had on circular glasses like Arthur and the most outlandish, superfluously large, and bright orange bubble jacket any of us had ever seen. He handed us a business card with a dime bag stapled to the back, proffering himself as our new drug dealer. He was nerdy af, but nice, as he became more successful his swagger and ridiculousness increased. Long story short he was about fuckery. Like truly the worst drug dealer I’ve ever had to this day. I have flashbacks of him wasting hours, upon hours of our time, waiting as he told countless lies. At first he was great, then he started smoking weed, turning into those melted Truth commercial couch creatures.
“Terell where are you? I’m here.”
“Yo what’s goody? I’m on the corner.”
“No you’re not, because I’m on the corner looking at all four corners and I don’t see you.”
“Hahahaha,” he laughed in his monotonous stoner idiot voice “Ight, I’m coming now.”

30 minutes (to an hour sometimes) later…

After repeating this cycle in a series of phone calls, from multiple people, he finally appears brushing his waves obsessively. He had an unrequited crush on Paulina, my amazonian Polish friend, try as he might she didn’t like him. Until that summer hanging out at Nick’s (the Soho House Killer) penthouse apartment he hooked up with my other friend Lauren, a beautiful black girl. This prompted Paulina to do the same. Terell caused a civil war, all of us siding with Lauren until it was resolved.
“Why did you bleep his bleep?” Lauren asked.
“Honestly, because I was jealous,” Paulina answered.

Wowwwwwwwwwwwwww……what do you even say to that? It was fucked up, but her candor was major. Amends made, Terell and Lauren carried on with him wasting her time and her acting insane. Dickmatizism is a real addiction. Her entire day revolved around this nigga, singing to his window from across the street while we looked on, stalking him and ducking behind cars when we inevitable found him with somebody else, him refusing to commit, pregnancy scares, then the college years her refusing to commit, becoming a lesbian…ENOUGH, ENOUGH!

Like honestly you guys don’t even understand. Just reminiscing I hate them both, but especially him. This is why we made her steal weed from him. Terell is a central figure of my youth, I ran into him last summer.

When Lauren showed us the exclusive Purple Swag video at Barnes & Noble we didn’t believe Asap was a genuine artist, despite Lauren’s pleas, because of Terell. So why Asap Rocky would try to murder him four months after I told him I knew him boggles my fucking mind. Did you do it to disrespect me? To spite me? Because you’re stupid as fuck or something? You’re hanging on by my love of Rihanna. I’m the only divine, you’ve seen my work. I’m wrathful, yet I’ve let many of your antics with Kanye slide because of Rihanna. Whatever you did to him, you better fucking fix it. Murder…? Someone I know? I’ve shown you nothing but kindness. Then for these insolent uneducated street rats to say he’s snitching, because you betrayed him and tried to kill him, shut the fuck up. Are you fucking insane boy? I’ll be posting about Terell and the Soho House Killer tomorrow. Via: Asap Rocky Instagram

To Those Deserving

Just taking a moment to spread positivity to those deserving of it. I hope you’re doing beyond well, I hope you’re amazing. It’s a needed break, but back to entertaining. You guys are lucky I’m here. You won’t miss that fake family, I don’t need to make stuff up, I’m too major. CC: Julia Fox (you helped me get the proof I needed). Welcome to the age of Athena, Marsha, Marsha, Marsha bitch. Via: Hannah Collective

Your Terrible Karma Is In The Cards

Everyone who aligned against, disrespected, bullied me,
committed hubris, abused a Goddess, will pay.
Enjoy your time.

Thank your devil debtors, which satanic groups lead the way to your downfall?
PS: Oh I almost forgot, if you want a sneak preview of evidence a Gossip Girl boy has it, the one connected to all the East Side Middle School girls. I think what I sent him might make me and Julia Fox even. Via: Red Fairy Tarot

A Gangster And A Goddess

I use to hang with bloods in ninth grade and ABI, the Albanian gang, cc: Julia Fox. We really were just so wild. I pray my kids aren’t my karma. Not the point of this post, everything I said is happening. I’m about that life, if you think I’m not you got me fucked up. Told you so, I’m not someone to mess with. I give so much time, because once it’s up so is my compassion, and I will come down on you with the full wrath of the Gods. Trust me I’m wrathful. I want and will have revenge. Duh, I’m a war Goddess. Pay attention. It’s karmic season. All that surrounds the Kardashian Jenner West and Melanie Hamrick alignments are death, loss, and destruction. Via: Gothic Away

Things I Send To Melanie Hamrick

As everyone knows Melanie Hamrick has and continues to stalk me. From multiple accounts. Everyday. These are the things I send her. Does it deter her? No. She wants me to like her, she needs my approval. She needs to be cool and beautiful, which she’ll feel with my validation. I don’t do murder, rape, and evil. Sorry not sorry. It’s never going to happen. I will also be posting L’Wren Scott’s nice ass next hers. Point being L’Wren, like me, has one. These are semi nudes I sent to Mick Jagger. He will NEVER receive anything from me again, so enjoy. Just like Julia Fox, my ass is real. Kanye didn’t change her life, I did. Kanye used her as a pawn (read article: East Side Middle School Alumni , I’ve known Julia since she was in second grade) thinking he’d kill two birds with one stone in an attempt to upset both me and Kim Kardashian. Didn’t work. Kim was smart enough to follow my lead, from claiming emotional distress to her response to Julia, too bad they took it too far. I’d reward her.

I will always and forever stand with L’Wren Scott. Dead or alive. Melanie is deformed, desperate, not attractive and a weirdo. Too bad Mick’s toxic family didn’t do the same.

East Side Middle School Alumni

Mischa Barton: Not only the O.G of The O.C, but the O.G of ESMS success. Heads up, our middle school was probably wilder than your college. When we went it was a floor and a half of an elementary school, the top half, on York between 77th and 78th. I can only imagine the affect it had on those kids. Anyways, I didn’t attend with Misha, but her sister Hania was a grade above me. Now this was when Disney Movies were it (Luck Of The Irish, Halloweentown, Johnny Tsunami type shit), we were hyped when we found out she was the star of A Ring Of Endless Light. Hyped. She was even cooler in high school, playing Marissa Cooper. I snorted coke with an $100 bill, because Mischa snorted coke with an $100 bill (allegedly).

Julia Fox: Known her since elementary school, she was in second grade I was in third. If you wanna know what our first interaction was ask her. She knew who she was from the jump, cartwheeling over in our cafeteria/gym, announcing herself, in a nobody…Julia Fox manner. As an artist she’s lived many lives and is now a burgeoning A-list actress, her breakout role being Uncut Gems. It wasn’t my speeding heart, or the clouds spinning, spinning, in the sky, but her commentary, “Jaquana you’re talking a mile a minute. I don’t know what you’re saying,” that made me realize I was about to overdose at fifteen. In the crevice of an inside outside park on 79th street.
We spent one summer hanging out with gang members and destroying Carl Schurz Park, where had I come five minutes earlier, I’d be witness to her throwing a dead pigeon on some girl badmouthing her. Legendary, she used a plastic bag to pick up the carcass of course. That chick had more bark than bite and left sobbing.

Emily Meade: Same grade, same classes. In seventh grade had plans to marry Heath Ledger (RIP). Her performance in The Deuce was superb, harrowing and underrated. What a complex character and an amazing show, one my mom and I loved.

Erin Yogasundram: started a popping fashion blog, a successful online boutique (ShopJeen) and has been humble the whole way through. Even after making it on Forbes 30 under 30, she still made time to answer questions regarding entrepreneurial pursuits. Now the wife/manager to influencer Kerwin Frost. When I think of Erin, square black framed glasses and junk in the trunk comes to mind.

Aliza Kelly: Cosmopolitan astrologer, always had a winged eye and goth vibe. BFF’s with Emily Meade then, BFF’s with her now. She was on the Spanish speaking side of school, so I never had classes with her. What comes to mind isn’t appropriate, high energy, chatty and wears tons of black is the best I can do.

EJ Dickinson: Friends for one year in the sixth grade before she transferred to Riverdale Prep. Cracked me up. Now she’s a senior writer for Rolling Stone.

Colby Minifie: Same grade as her sister Hayden. She was younger, so I have no memories. She is a star of Fear The Walking Dead and friend to former coworker Melody, who raves about her.

I’m the only black person to add to this group. Invalidating my experience with lies, when I don’t know you, is weirdo vibes and disrespectful.

Via: Mischa Barton Fan Page, Julia Fox FC, Emily Meade, Erin Jeen, Aliza Kelly, EJ Dickison & Colby Minifie