So, remember that time when you thought your ex was bad because he cheated on you with a barista and stole your Spotify password? Well, Cassie just upped the ante with a horror story straight out of Law & Order: SVU: The Vegas Edition—complete with Craigslist escorts, illegal substances, and something mysteriously referred to as a “freak off,” which sounds like a reality TV show that would definitely get canceled after one episode.
Yes, guys, Cassie Ventura (she of “Me & U” fame and “I probably didn’t sign up for this” infamy) is back in the headlines with day two of courtroom revelations about her ex, Sean “Diddy” Combs—who’s currently facing more charges than your grandma’s old Nokia phone had ringtones.
Let’s break it down. Court-style. But like, messier.
💻 Where’d She Find These “Ladies of the Evening”? The Internet, Obviously
Cassie testified that she had to moonlight as a very stressed-out HR manager for Diddy’s, um, after-dark activities. Her task? Scour the seediest corners of the internet—Craigslist, Backpage, and a site called “Cowboys 4 Angels” (which either sounds like a romantic western or a very niche OnlyFans)—to recruit escorts for something Diddy dubbed a “freak off.” Because, you know, nothing says romance like SEO-optimized debauchery.
But don’t get it twisted: she didn’t have free rein. This was like Tinder, but Diddy was the only one swiping. Cassie said, “I showed the photos to Sean to see if he was interested.” If he wasn’t, it was a hard “next.” The vibe? America’s Next Top Escort, with Diddy as Tyra Banks yelling, “I was rooting for you!”
💸 Paycheck or Bribe? You Decide.
According to Cassie, the price of admission to a “freak off” ranged from $1,500 to $6,000. Which is either a high-end Vegas weekend or a very sketchy Tuesday night, depending on your perspective. Either way, that’s a lot of money for something that sounds like it should come with a tetanus shot and an exorcism.
🧠 How Did She Cope? Spoiler: Not with Yoga.
Cassie admitted that participating in these “events” required… a chemical assistant. She said she used weed, ketamine, mushrooms, and basically anything that would make her forget that her life had turned into a deleted scene from The Wolf of Wall Street.
“I would actually vomit,” she told the court, which—yeah, same, girl. SAME. But Diddy’s response allegedly wasn’t, “Oh no, are you okay?” It was more like, “Power through it, champ!” as if she’d just taken a soccer ball to the face and he was her high school coach.
🎤 WTF?
Cassie’s courtroom confessions paint a disturbing picture of manipulation, trauma, and extremely questionable event planning. This isn’t just messy—this is dumpster fire in a windstorm levels of chaos.
So, next time your situationship leaves you on read or your Hinge date says “I’m a bit of a Diddy fan,” maybe… run. 🏃♀️💨
