Alleged rape victim of Alon and Oren Alexander promises to pay compensation to victims of sexual assault

The brokers’ power struggles are converging

Jacks, beware: The noise of complaints is omnipresent among the Jills.

There are countless more, according to lawyers who have already filed lawsuits for rape victims, one of whom claims she was drugged and raped by twin brothers Alon and Oren Alexander.

As partners in their business, they are considered the most successful real estate agents of all time. Each of them has generated billions in sales.

They are now separate from their websites and both recently made their Instagram accounts private as more articles continue to arrive.

They claim they are being blackmailed for money and deny everything. They cannot explain why a victim promised that every cent of the verdict would go to the victims of sexual violence.

The victim was traumatized by the memory of the rape and came forward to warn others. Now it is known.

Will the business close? Will the women get divorced? Will there be criminal prosecutions? One victim hired attorney Stuart Slotnick to present evidence to state and local prosecutors.

Last act for Sutherland

We just lost Donald Sutherland. His schoolmate Ken Taylor became the Canadian ambassador to Iran and rescued me when the Iranian revolution started and I was secretly taken out of the country.

Then came the American hostages, others Ken rescued in his embassy in Tehran. The story became Ben Affleck’s Oscar-winning film “Argo.”

I knew Sutherland well. One evening, as we stood on the podium at an evening event in Ken’s honor, Donald was annoyed. “My dinner trousers don’t match my jacket,” he whispered to me. “The trousers are black, the jacket is midnight blue. My valet put the wrong things together.”

Killer designs

Designer Nicole Miller praises Marianne Thompson’s debut novel, “Seventh Avenue Undressed: A Bare All on New York’s Mob Controlled Fashion Industry.”

It’s a story about the influence of organized crime on the industry. An exposure of the mafia-controlled scenarios in New York City between the manufacturers and the mafia. Fights, style and organized crime.

Hey, it’s New York.

Total madness

Speaking of clothes, what happened to them? Creatures like this Ratasskowski, who would maybe even show the inside of her pussy to a dusty Polaroid from 1935.

Today’s desperate nobodies wear borrowed shmattas with open butts, wobbling breasts and visible remnants of those reduced veal legs.

Forget the misery on Pennsylvania Avenue – how about that on Seventh Avenue?

If a porter needed the can, it would be easier for a truck to pass the broken bridge that the boat crashed into.

Not just in New York, kids, not just in New York.