Eric: So…do you guys want to take this seriously? Or no? *to the perfume community*
The perfume community: *Thinking*
No.
Eric: Okay.
So…then, here’s a warning.
If you don’t want to be…sorry…even if you don’t apologize…then here’s what’s going to happen:
- You’re going to have skyrocketing prices. Over the next ten years. Your $150 bottles will sell for $400. Yes! It’s going to be that dramatic.
- The industry itself may die. Due to regulations.
- The vintage market will become a thing of the past. A few people will still buy vintages, but not like before.
- You’ll all grow weary of each other. Online and elsewhere.
I mean, essentially, the community is just screwed. And it’s not because we did something. It’s not because Lacey is out to get you. It’s because Dolly Parton was evil, kinda. And she was a poor white Southern woman under her polished rich lady shell. And she…overestimated her own holiness, and insight, as an “illuminated” person.
People strategically made arrangements, in the Illuminati, for the perfume community to be sent to hell. Years ago. To screw over Lacey. And then when that wasn’t happening fast enough, they encouraged the community itself to antagonize her.
She made her third account for safety reasons. In relation to Russian-U.S. intelligence. And it was supposed to be a fun, experimental account. Using a light box. But…it went under severe attack. Psychologically. Both from haters in the perfume community and the Illuminati itself.
There was no way forward. So she left the community.
But the original attack, directed at the community to torture Lacey, is still forthcoming. When she was in the community we could protect the community. Now, there’s nothing we can do.
*later*
Lord Loughborough: She had a right to be there. Posting whatnot.
You can’t go around walking on eggshells. That’s not a life. If Bobby can’t handle it, that’s his problem.
One of Lacey’s neighbors: Did she really always react kindly?
Lord Loughborough: YES!!!!!
It’s exasperating how much that’s been lied about. Lacey was the one always toeing the line. …These people found it funny to harass her. It was resentment and jealousy. Pure and simple.
One of Lacey’s neighbors: Would they hate me?
Lord Loughborough: *studies her*
*smirks*
They’d hate Anna. And there are others. …Yes. …Yes, they’d hate you too.
One of Lacey’s neighbors: What’s their problem?
Lord Loughborough: Yeah!!
I can’t communicate that easily, at the moment. I’m sorry.
I’ll have to come back later.
*later*
A perfume community hater: How much money could her husband now be making? If he’d pushed himself more. Not just done his work.
His dad: I wanted to send him to Loomis Chaffee, and I was fully prepared to do that. I come from a nice family. My first wife, his mother, was working in class in her background, even though she was very smart and very hard-working and she didn’t want him to go there.
If he had really pushed himself instead of just being responsible, which was good enough for me, he could have gone to Harvard. Especially if I sent him to a better school like Loomis Chaffee, and he would have graduated with honors from Harvard and probably had his masters degree in business. And I would’ve had connections for him waiting once he graduated, and he would have been making upwards of $ or $4 million a year, at least.
A perfume community hater: A year?
The CIA: Yes, that’s correct.
A Minnesotan: What happened?
Mark: I’m a genius. I’m like an actual genius, not just someone who says that they’re a genius.
And I am very aware and I just didn’t want that life. They say that once you reach a certain level of wealth, the rest is almost not as enjoyable. And I’m very content I love having the privacy and the freedom of much more simple life and so does Lacey.
To be honest, if my soulmate was alive and I was married to her I could enjoy it if Lem was alive and she was married to him she could enjoy it, but we don’t have that. We have each other and we’re good company, but we prefer being quiet and being content and having a nice amount. Our kids are getting a good education, I can afford to take care of them and she is able to stay home and make the house warm and cozy and cook. Good food. And right it’s a very simple life, a very humble life, and there’s no reason for us to be having anything showy, at the moment.
When you’re married to the right person, extreme wealth can be really fun, because you have the privacy of your love and your union, and the rest is just icing on the cake. When you’re married to someone who’s a companion, who you love dearly, you don’t want that much attention. It’s not fun. Because then you come home and you’re both stressed out and there’s no way to destress.
There’s no one to talk things through with and figure out what’s going on if there’s a crisis of epic proportions. You have to figure everything out for yourself. And that’s fine, but it’s lonely and neither of us really wanted to be that lonely. We just wanted to play it cool and be content and keep each other company, but not create a situation where we would’ve needed our other half to talk to.
Casi: Classic narcissist right? Oh my God!
*she rolls her eyes WAY back into her head
No one‘s that confident, for real.
I mean, I am, because I’m extraordinary, but…I…ahh…I don’t think most people..are. Dear GOD what a joke.
Putin: There was nothing narcissistic about that at all. That was a normal person Casi. What in hell, made you think that was narcissistic!? That’s terrifying.
Casi: Because he sounds rich and like he has a big dick or something.
And I’m just like…”DUDE! …Nobody is that special. OK?”
*she laughs*
That shits never fucking real, guys. Them fools who put on that false facade? They have small dicks, big fucking guts, and they’re dumb as hell!
To be honest, that’s how all the men are in my community. Mmkay?! …And I come from a pretty high class community of white people who have kept themselves because they’re the shit. We could all be billionaires, every single fucking one of us, but we’re better than that.
See… I can play that game too. …Except…I win. I win. *she shrugs*
I fucking cash in. Every time!
Thank you…very fucking much.
Lacey: WELL!
*she laughs*
*Later*
The Illuminati: We started the attack on her…because…it was the Epstein Era. And we felt narcissistically offended. By the Nesheims. So we decided to single her out. And go…crazy. Possibly risking world safety, if they proved to be as…elite as they seemed.
Turns-out they are.
…*they think*
And there are other people like them…
We’re FUCKED.
…*they think*
It was a joke. Because…we didn’t think Norwegians actually were…at all genetically superior, like Hitler said. We assumed he was completely full of shit. …At least, a lot of us did. Not all of us.
Putin wasn’t involved. And he was patient until he wasn’t.
The initial decision to attack…was made in America.
No, some Jews opposed it.
The perfume community: So now that she’s gone and you’re destroying us, you’re destroying yourselves?
The Illuminati: …Not all of us are on board. 
But…yes?
Katie: You didn’t she was ever going to leave our community!?!
The Illuminati: Yeah.
We decided she was an idiot and that everyone else in her family was an idiot too. And that if we were violent to them that they would have to realize that we were powerful in a way that they weren’t, because might makes right, yo? So we decided to try to push them around and kill them & shit, to put them in their fucking place, yo.
And now we’re having World War III problems.
I told myself, “A bitch gotta do what a bitch gotta do.”.
I’m white, obviously.
I went to Brown in the late 90’s and…I write shit for A listers.
And I’m just speaking on behalf of the Illuminati right now.
Wait, no, not everyone’s on board. I have to remind you of that. Some people are really pissed-off, obviously.
But he thought she was a perfume addict, like total fucking loser. Because she pretends to be Lee with her like antique lamps and shit-
*later*
Dimitry: So you’re like me!? We’re so much alike!? *he says to the Illuminati*
The Illuminati: Yeah? *sheepishly*
