Politicians, prostitutes, priests and pedophiles: The Lexington connection
Have you seen me? That is the question posed by the missing children ads on milk cartons and on the walls of the post office. Have you ever stopped, read one of those ads and wondered, "What happened to this child?" We know that some are taken by non-custodial parents and others by criminals. What most people do not realize is that many children who disappear are victims of their very own government.
Politicians, prostitutes, priests and pedophiles: The Lexington connection
Have you seen me? That is the question posed by the missing children ads on milk cartons and on the walls of the post office. Have you ever stopped, read one of those ads and wondered, "What happened to this child?" We know that some are taken by non-custodial parents and others by criminals. What most people do not realize is that many children who disappear are victims of their very own government. This series of articles will take you around the world and end in your own back yard. From politicians to priests and from the Philippines to Philadelphia, I will show how the world of sexual slavery and politics go hand in hand.
Part 1: The Lexington Connection
Lexington's history with prostitution dates back to the civil war with the infamous Belle Brezing.
Brezing opened her first brothel in a row house at what is now 314-318 North Upper St. Around this time, Brezing was indicted on the charge of "keeping a bawdy house." Kentucky Governor Luke P. Blackburn (1879-1883) pardoned Brezing and the indictment was dismissed. This was the closest Brezing ever got to serving jail time.
She eventually even appeared as the character Belle Watling in Margaret Mitchell's Gone With The Wind. This began Lexington's infamous connection to the world's oldest profession.
My personal interest in the subject began in 1993. After opening a singing telegram company in 1991 I was hired to perform a birthday party in Winchester, KY. I brought two female strippers for a short two song strip show in a public bar. Everything went well but after the performance I was approached by two off duty Lexington police officers. I was informed that I could continue with my work but I would have to pay a group of officers each week or they would shut me down. I explained that everything we did was legal and declined their offer. A few weeks later I was visited at my home and reminded of their offer. I again declined but was told that if I refused they would harass me and charge me anyway. I declined anyway and that began years of phone taps, harassment and attempted set-ups of myself and my business.
Fast forward to 1998 and my company has grown exponentially. I am now in phone books in seven cities and perform various types of entertainment in three states and throughout the U.S. via independent contractors. This fact enrages these officers and they turn up the heat. Not only are my phones tapped but they are sometimes re-routed to a female officer that would tell people I had gone out of business. I decided to take action. I began writing letters to the Attorney General, County Attorney, lawyers, churches and others asking them to look into the police connections to prostitution. I also began my own independent investigation into the escort agencies, the owners, police officers and others connected to this crime ring.
Deborah Wardlaw, an escort agency owner, heard about my investigations and offered to give me information about everyone. She claimed that her agency would not provide illegal services and the ones that did made it dangerous for her performers. We talked and I documented large amounts of information that went all the way to city hall.
My letters brought on the boldest attack yet from this criminal element in the police department. I received a call from the Lexington Green Hilton. A man claimed to be here on a business convention. He wanted to hire a stripper for his boss along with a group of his co-workers. I agreed, made the arrangements and in a short time we headed over there.
My brother happened to be the food and beverage director so I stopped to see him before going to the room. He informed me that the vice squad, DEA, FBI and other local police officers were parked around back and planned a raid on a room in a short bit so I should stay in the room.
We went to the room and a man greeted us and took us to an adjoining door. He asked that we take our music and costume bags and wait in the next room until the boss arrived. After he left the room I noticed a duffel bag and two briefcases on the desk by the bed. We waited a little while and I got bored and curious. I decided to open the bags. One briefcase was full of wrapped 100 dollar bills and the other had handguns in it. The duffel bag was full of vacuum packed bags of what appeared to be cocaine. I grabbed our stuff and we quietly exited out of our separate door into the lobby. We went to the kitchen and my brother snuck us out the back door to my SUV. Shortly after, the raid took place and my brother was asked to keep customers off of the floor. When the officers busted into the room, my brother and others in the hotel heard them asking, "Where's Hignite?". Nobody was arrested in the raid.
It is now 1999 and the city is planning on passing an escort ordinance. This ordinance is written in such a way that it amounts to legalized extortion of these agencies. In no way does the ordinance further any legal actions against these agencies. The only thing it asks for is money (taxes) and then they are free to do as they wish.
Deborah Wardlaw calls and plans to sue the city and give the names of the police officers to the media. She doesn't like the idea of paying both corrupt police officers and now the city 'protection' money. Deborah has refused to pay the officers and told them of her intentions. She tells me that they threatened to kill her if she followed through with her threat. I told her to be careful and wished her luck. Days later, Deborah was reported murdered, execution style, in her apartment on Lansdowne Dr.
Immediately after Deborah's murder the harassment and attemped set-ups become more frequent and more persistent. I began to get picked up on false charges so often that I have to ride around in the trunks of friends and family members' cars to avoid harassment. My company is falsely charged with providing the services that I have been fighting for so long. I beat the case and prove the set-up but the set-ups have now become attempts on my life.
The first attempt was in Nicholasville in the middle of the night while I slept. I had an apartment built in the upstairs of my business where I could stay due to the late hours sometimes demanded in the entertainment business. I woke up about 6:00 AM and the entire room was filled with smoke. I headed downstairs and opened our large garage doors to air the place out. When the smoke had cleared it was apparent that someone had come in and lit all of the candles on display in the card and gift shop in the front of the business. When the candles burnt all the way down, the wax continued burning and set fire to all of my displays and front counter. Luckily, when the wax was gone, the wood eventually went out by itself and I was spared.
I decided to go on the road for my safety after this and took a job as a photographer, videographer, special effects, pyro and all around roadie for The Pure Talent Agency. The Pure Talent Agency is the most respected talent agency for the adult entertainment industry. Jim and Ann Marie Hayek are the owners and after hearing my story they took me under their wing and kept me working in some capacity to avoid coming home. This worked well for a while but somehow these people found me and the attempts on my life returned.
In summary, I returned from Puerto Rico and went to get my vehicle at the O'Hare airport. I left the two entertainers I was with at the building and ran to get my truck to load their luggage. While loading I noticed gas spraying underneath. Upon further inspection I found that one of my gas fuel lines from the tank to the engine had been disconnected and bread-tied to spray on my catalytic converter. I fixed it and pulled up to the gate to pay. The attendant informed me that I was not allowed to leave until he called a number to some Kentucky detectives first. He couldn't get through so he called his boss. He then informed me that he was sorry, he wasn't supposed to detain me just contact the detectives and inform them when I left.
I then headed to Eagle River Wisconsin deep in the woods to a club, Weasel's, that many visit on snowmobiles. Late one night the bartender noticed a van across the street with it's headlights on as everyone was about to head to the hotel. It looked like the old Fayette County Sheriff's vehicles with the two tone brown and gold paint. I asked if the bouncer and bartender would let me pull out and then pull out behind me before the van. I exited but when they tried to pull in behind me the van almost hit them to get behind me. We arrived at our hotel and circled it trying to lose them long enough to get inside. When we got around back they passed us and fired several shots then sped off.
I was followed to Abilene,Texas and Memphis,Tennessee, New York City and Las Vegas until I was starting to have panic attacks. This started causing problems and misunderstandings with the entertainers that I had to travel with. I didn't blame them, it's impossible for someone to understand or cope with what I was having to deal with. My final partner, Carrie Bare, and I were well on the road to becoming the newcomers of the year at the awards in Vegas. I started getting weird calls and spotting people I felt were following us. Finally, an extreme incident at the Penthouse Club in New Orleans ended my travels. I was stabbed multiple times in the ribs, beat in the head with rocks and cut with a box knife in the face I decided to return home and 'hide out' until I could decide my next move.
I was home for only a short time when I arrived at my mother's house after taking my mother and little brother out to dinner. When we exited the car a shot rang out from across the street at a church on Merrimac Dr. The lamp in my mother's front yard shattered and a bullet went through her roof and lodged in the frame inside her attic. This was the last straw for me and I decided I would no longer be on the defense but I would go on the offense.
I decided to run for city council to bring attention to the matter of government and police involvement in prostitution and Deborah Wardlaw's death. Not only did the harassment and attempts on my life decrease but I was able to find out more about Lexington's ties to not only prostitution but pedophile crime rings. After the city council race, I started writing.
Join me in part 2 as I continue covering Lexington's ties to sexual slavery and organized crime rings. These ties will then lead us to a Catholic boy's home in Franklin, Nebraska and even directly to the White House. We will discuss threats made to me by city council candidates directly linked to pedophile crime rings, I'll name and provide recordings of famous people, athletes and high ranking politicians involved in these crimes both locally and nationally.
Any information, leaks or evidence that you can provide to further my research is always welcomed and confidentiality is assured.
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