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P Diddy asked a male escort if he was gay. The escort had been f*cking Cassie for him for six years. Diddy was paying for it, watching from a corner covered in baby oil, and collecting the man’s sp*rm in wine glasses afterwards. Their longest session lasted four days. The escort left with bruises and tears on his d*ck. And in the middle of all that, Diddy looks at him and goes, “Yo, are you gay anyway?”

His name is Clayton Howard. Cassie found him through an agency two months after he got out of prison. Diddy watched every session, paid Clayton’s mortgage for months after each visit, and once ran a train on Cassie together with Clayton and another escort for two days straight.

Clayton lost it. Told Diddy he’s been smashing his girl for years and never once looked at him sideways. Said he felt propositioned and was about to walk out. Cassie came running out, heard the whole thing, and burst out laughing. Diddy went to the bedroom, came back, threw five thousand dollars at him. “Shut up.” Clayton pocketed it.

They started the session. Diddy said he wanted to eat Cassie out. Told Clayton to stand there and keep m*sturbating. But then Diddy started shifting his body so his an*s was aimed right at Clayton’s face. Clayton moved to the side. Diddy followed. He moved again. Diddy followed again.

“Yo bro, you blocking the damn scenery. You making me soft. Stay in one place.”

Diddy froze. “Oh. Oh. My bad.”

Did P Diddy hire Clayton to satisfy Cassie, or because he wanted another man naked in the room with him?

3:49

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P Diddy stood in his mansion while an Arabian Prince pointed at the women and said: “You can have whoever you want”. She’d been locked in a 30 million dollar house in Miami for a month. She was supposed to stay two weeks. She says he was selling women the way arms dealers move guns. Girls from Love and Hip Hop were inside. Hard drugs on every surface. Next stop was Cuba. She had five kids at home. She ran before they got her on that plane.

Her name is Tanea. In the video below, she talks about a 30 million dollar prison the way a hotel guest would describe a bad checkout. No tears. No shaking voice. Just a woman calmly explaining how close she came to becoming somebody’s property.

Here’s how it started. A Prince from the Middle East found her in LA. Flew her out to Miami for what he called two weeks. Dropped her in a house worth more than most neighborhoods. Shopping sprees. Designer everything. The kind of setup a girl from the streets would dream about her whole life.

Here’s where it turned. Two weeks became three. Three became four. The front door stopped being an option. He told the girls they were going to Cuba next. They started panicking. He told them nobody was leaving.

Then one night he drove them to P Diddy’s mansion. She walked inside and heard the Prince negotiating. “You can have whoever you want.” She says the tone wasn’t a party invitation. It was a transaction. The merchandise was the women standing in the hallway.

She’d been running the streets since 15. Five kids depending on her back in LA. A mother who warned her this life would swallow her whole. And a gut instinct that had kept her alive through worse.

She trusted it. She walked out. She flew home that night.

She says she once asked the universe for the mansion, the money, and the royalty. All three showed up in the same week. They just came with a lock on the door she almost couldn’t break.

Was she the one who escaped, or just the one they haven’t come back for?

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notjustastone @notjuststone 20h

P Diddy hunted down a producer’s entire family after he tried to leave Bad Boy Records. His mother. His girlfriend. His father. They showed up at his church. Nobody in Diddy’s circle knew where his mother lived. They found her. “You’re not walking away. We’re going to find you.” He almost went back because he didn’t want anyone hurt. Kim Porter wrote the only way out of Diddy’s world was a body bag.

His name is Pastor Rod. He produced for Bad Boy Records. His first beat for Diddy made him $7,000 in five minutes. At a party in Miami, Diddy walked in and said “what kind of girls do y’all want?” Someone said Puerto Rican. They showed up minutes later.

In the video below he tells it the way someone would read back a police report they filed years ago.

He says the Vegas party was the one he couldn’t finish. Diddy. Dr. Dre. Everything paid by Diddy’s camp. He walked out before it started. Ended up at a bus stop on the Vegas Strip crying. Called his dad for a plane ticket home.

The calls started that night. “Where you at?” “I’ve left town.” “You’re not walking away. You need to get here now.” He hung up. His mom called him back. “These guys are calling me.” They called his girlfriend’s house. His dad’s phone. Then they walked into his church.

He says Rihanna was told “two ways out: sign this deal or out that window.” 20th floor. She signed. He calls them cults with recording studios.

Did P Diddy’s people go after Rod’s family because he saw too much, or because nobody leaves Bad Boy without permission?
Did P Diddy’s people hunt Rod’s family because he knew too much, or because leaving was never an option?

2:49

notjustastone @notjuststone 2d

P Diddy promised a man a Grammy Award for letting him f*ck him. Beyonce has never won Album of the Year. But Diddy told a producer he could hand him one for s*x. The producer said no. Diddy’s ex-bodyguard said “good thing the kid didn’t believe him, because he might have got a booty hole tore up.” Then one question. “What kind of power do you have when you can promise somebody a Grammy? Who are you doing that can get that done?”

His name is Gene Deal. He was Diddy’s personal bodyguard for years. He watched the BET Awards when Diddy gave a speech and refused to let the network cut to commercial. They tried. He kept going. He said “don’t matter how much it cost, we going to keep going.” Nobody in the history of that show had ever done that before.

In the video below he connects those two things. The Grammy promise and the BET moment. He says both point to the same question nobody wants to ask out loud.

The producer, Lil Rod, says he turned it down. Gene says that’s the only reason he walked out in one piece. “Good thing the kid didn’t believe him. Because if the kid would believe him, he might have got a booty hole tore up.”

Lil Rod worked with Diddy for 13 months. He says he wrote nine songs. He asked for $50,000 and his publishing. Diddy gave him $29,000 and kept everything else. Lil Rod filed a federal lawsuit. It’s 75 pages long.

Gene says every person who said no to Diddy stopped getting work. Every person who said yes kept rising. He says the pattern has been the same for 30 years.

Did P Diddy promise that Grammy because he actually had the power to deliver it, or because he knew nobody would ever check?

1:09

notjustastone @notjuststone 3d

P Diddy and his male escort were naked and covered in baby oil when his girlfriend overdosed on GHB and started seizing on the floor. They tried to grab her. She kept slipping out of their hands. “We need to call an ambulance.” Diddy said “do you know who I am? We can’t call an ambulance.” They shoved her in a shower. She went unconscious. He locked the door. They sat in that $300 Holiday Inn for eight hours waiting to find out if she was dead.

His name is Clayton Howard. He’d been sleeping with Cassie for six years. Diddy watched every session from a corner with a baseball cap pulled over his face. Clayton didn’t know who he was for the first two years. He thought Diddy was a pimp.

In the video below he describes that night the way a night shift worker would describe finding someone collapsed in the parking lot. No panic. Just the order things happened in.

Cassie dumped GHB powder out of a medicine jar. Diddy told her twice it was too much. She said she was fine. She jumped on Clayton, started tearing his clothes off. Thirty seconds later Diddy said something’s wrong. Clayton told him to chill. Then she stood up and started seizing.

Clayton put her in the shower. She passed out cold. Diddy refused to call 911. They sat in that Holiday Inn for eight hours. Talked about sports. Asked each other about their kids. She was unconscious on the bed the entire time.

At sunrise Clayton put her in the shower again. She woke up. He climbed out the second floor window and shimmied down the side of the building because Diddy was afraid the paparazzi would see them leave through the lobby. He bought Pedialyte from a corner store and came back.

Was Cassie the one person in that room Diddy couldn’t control, or the one person who proved he never had to?

4:02

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P Diddy asked a male escort if he was gay. The escort had been f*cking Cassie for him for six years. Diddy was paying for it, watching from a corner covered in baby oil, and collecting the man’s sp*rm in wine glasses afterwards. Their longest session lasted four days. The escort left with bruises and tears on his d*ck. And in the middle of all that, Diddy looks at him and goes, “Yo, are you gay anyway?”

His name is Clayton Howard. Cassie found him through an agency two months after he got out of prison. Diddy watched every session, paid Clayton’s mortgage for months after each visit, and once ran a train on Cassie together with Clayton and another escort for two days straight.

Clayton lost it. Told Diddy he’s been smashing his girl for years and never once looked at him sideways. Said he felt propositioned and was about to walk out. Cassie came running out, heard the whole thing, and burst out laughing. Diddy went to the bedroom, came back, threw five thousand dollars at him. “Shut up.” Clayton pocketed it.

They started the session. Diddy said he wanted to eat Cassie out. Told Clayton to stand there and keep m*sturbating. But then Diddy started shifting his body so his an*s was aimed right at Clayton’s face. Clayton moved to the side. Diddy followed. He moved again. Diddy followed again.

“Yo bro, you blocking the damn scenery. You making me soft. Stay in one place.”

Diddy froze. “Oh. Oh. My bad.”

Did P Diddy hire Clayton to satisfy Cassie, or because he wanted another man naked in the room with him?

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notjustastone @notjuststone 5d

P Diddy’s mansion had a code on the gate. You could walk in. You couldn’t walk out. She called 911 from inside the property. Before the police arrived, someone in the house printed her a plane ticket home and handed her $100 cash. The message was simple. Leave tonight.

Her name is Tanea. She spent three weeks in Miami in a $30 million house with a man she calls the Prince. He promised her a music career. What he delivered was a freak off on Star Island with P Diddy and a hundred strangers. When she tried to leave, there was no code. No exit. No unlocked phone.

In the video below she describes her escape the way someone would describe breaking out of a building that was never supposed to have an exit.

She says she felt trafficked. Not by Diddy. By the Prince. The man who flew her out, took her shopping, introduced her to celebrities, and slowly filled the house with girls who kept changing every few days. Some brought friends. Some disappeared.

She hopped into a car service that was parked outside the gate. Told the driver take me back to the house. Then she called the police. Not to report Diddy. To create a paper trail. “If anything happens to me,” she says, “at least I called. At least it’s on record.”

The house staff gave her a printed ticket and $100 before she even hung up. The cops escorted her out. She landed in LA that night.

She later found out Cuba is the one place where passports don’t always get stamped. That’s where they wanted to take her next.

In 2022, she told this story on camera. Nobody believed her. Two years later the FBI raided that house and the world found out what was behind that gate.

Did P Diddy’s people hand her that plane ticket because they were being generous, or because they knew exactly what happens to the girls who don’t leave on time?

4:24

notjustastone Verified account @notjuststone 6d

P Diddy stood in his mansion while an Arabian Prince pointed at the women and said: “You can have whoever you want”. She’d been locked in a 30 million dollar house in Miami for a month. She was supposed to stay two weeks. She says he was selling women the way arms dealers move guns. Girls from Love and Hip Hop were inside. Hard drugs on every surface. Next stop was Cuba. She had five kids at home. She ran before they got her on that plane.

Her name is Tanea. In the video below, she talks about a 30 million dollar prison the way a hotel guest would describe a bad checkout. No tears. No shaking voice. Just a woman calmly explaining how close she came to becoming somebody’s property.

Here’s how it started. A Prince from the Middle East found her in LA. Flew her out to Miami for what he called two weeks. Dropped her in a house worth more than most neighborhoods. Shopping sprees. Designer everything. The kind of setup a girl from the streets would dream about her whole life.

Here’s where it turned. Two weeks became three. Three became four. The front door stopped being an option. He told the girls they were going to Cuba next. They started panicking. He told them nobody was leaving.

Then one night he drove them to P Diddy’s mansion. She walked inside and heard the Prince negotiating. “You can have whoever you want.” She says the tone wasn’t a party invitation. It was a transaction. The merchandise was the women standing in the hallway.

She’d been running the streets since 15. Five kids depending on her back in LA. A mother who warned her this life would swallow her whole. And a gut instinct that had kept her alive through worse.

She trusted it. She walked out. She flew home that night.

She says she once asked the universe for the mansion, the money, and the royalty. All three showed up in the same week. They just came with a lock on the door she almost couldn’t break.

Was she the one who escaped, or just the one they haven’t come back for?

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