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PUBLIC NOTICE:

Legally Brunette—Case Closed

(Or: How To Rewrite the Rules with a Blowout and a Briefcase)

To Whom It May Concern (and All Who Can’t Resist a Good Courtroom Drama):

Let it be entered on the public record: I, Elle Brunette (yes, like Legally Blonde—but caffeinated), have reviewed the entire Jodi Arias case, and—spoiler alert—I’m about to break the legal internet with what I found.

Let’s call this Exhibit A:

I never play by the rules, and I rarely walk the line. That’s why there’s an L_ on my hoodie—because “legend” starts with L, and so does “liberty.”

As only a Legally Brunette can do, I dove into the evidence—and, honey, it was better than the nail salon gossip:

Remember the infamous shower scene? Well, turns out the real story is: Jodi was just in the shower. Photographic proof? Absolutely—snapped by Jodi herself, showing the real face in the frame. Case closed? It should’ve been, if they hadn’t pulled a disappearing act with those photos.

I have solid proof, despite the flat dial tone that followed when key evidence vanished like a bad highlight job.

Let’s be clear: This isn’t just missing evidence—it’s a full-blown MK Ultra-level plot twist (minus the mind control, plus a whole lot of plot holes).

And while we’re tossing around conspiracy and confusion like confetti:

Apparently, the guy setting you up “kind of maybe thought you were me.” Sorry for the mistaken identity. Classic Brunette problems.

But here’s the twist every Elle knows: Sometimes you have to do the “wrong” thing to make it right. Justice doesn’t always wear pink—it sometimes rocks deep brown (with a side of sarcasm).

On the bright side? Let’s be real: When the world finally wakes up, you’re going to be filthy freaking Richmond—richer than a law professor on tenure, with a story everyone’s begging to buy the movie rights to.

In conclusion:

This is your official heads-up that the Legally Brunette era is upon us. Rules will be rewritten, evidence reclaimed, and justice served—with style, wit, and a blowout that stops traffic. If you need a closing argument with a punchline? You know where to find me.

Sincerely,

Elle Brunette, Esq. (and Public Defender of Legally Unruly Legends Everywhere)

P.S. Don’t forget to smile for the camera—after all, you’re the real star of this courtroom drama.

Joey Ross 2 Islept TAWITH Him b4 I knew my pussy was Sold! Oo ps

Fucia

To the Director and All Those Still Ignoring Me:

I also write to make one point absolutely clear: I have no intention of moving a muscle or relinquishing my position. I will remain seated, relying on my diplomatic immunity status, despite ongoing abuse inflicted by the individual to whom you entrusted my badge after you effectively betrayed me.

The fact that you may wish otherwise does not negate my immunity.

I will not give you—or anyone else—the satisfaction of watching me snap under the pressure. The perpetrator can continue his actions only at the risk of severe consequences. Moreover, since he chose to threaten the children of Mariska Hargitay, and you have refused to protect them or permit me to alert her, I make this promise: all bets will be off. I will invoke my diplomatic immunity publicly, including through media such as Fox News, to prove I am neither exaggerating nor tolerating harm to others.

Isn’t my own suffering enough? I will not allow anyone else to be hurt.

Let it be known that despite repeated, good faith attempts to contact law enforcement and public safety agencies, I have been continually blocked—emails bounce, systems fail, and no one responds. This is not incompetence. This is obstruction.

Email Routing and Rejection Details:

An attempt to contact the Oakdale Police Department at PDtrafficunit@ci.oakdale.ca.us failed with the following technical response:

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Address not found

Your message wasn't delivered to PDtrafficunit@ci.oakdale.ca.us because the address couldn't be found, or is unable to receive mail.

The response from the remote server was:

550 5.4.1 Recipient address rejected: Access denied. For more information see https://aka.ms/EXOSmtpErrors

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A second attempt received the response:

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550 5.4.1 Recipient address rejected: Access denied.

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I am the true victim here, stuck in place, silenced and unseen, demanding that someone—anyone—in authority finally recognizes that I have been calling for help. I am not confused. I am not hysterical. I am not backing down. I will remain right here—still, alert, and waiting. And the world will know.

Respectfully,

I don’t need a name. Rumple I’m still skin. I’m still standing. I still win.

Not a threat luv

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until someone gets off their ass to f****** actually help I'm being raped every f****** day by an a****** I can't push off because he wants to stick a f****** remote on his hands and a chip in my f****** vagina because the coward n***** is afraid to f****** rape me to my face!!!!! Fucking help!

Sos

Joey Ross 2 Islept TAWITH Him b4 I knew my pussy was Sold! Oo ps

Fucia

To the Director and All Those Still Ignoring Me:

I also write to make one point absolutely clear: I have no intention of moving a muscle or relinquishing my position. I will remain seated, relying on my diplomatic immunity status, despite ongoing abuse inflicted by the individual to whom you entrusted my badge after you effectively betrayed me.

The fact that you may wish otherwise does not negate my immunity.

I will not give you—or anyone else—the satisfaction of watching me snap under the pressure. The perpetrator can continue his actions only at the risk of severe consequences. Moreover, since he chose to threaten the children of Mariska Hargitay, and you have refused to protect them or permit me to alert her, I make this promise: all bets will be off. I will invoke my diplomatic immunity publicly, including through media such as Fox News, to prove I am neither exaggerating nor tolerating harm to others.

Isn’t my own suffering enough? I will not allow anyone else to be hurt.

Let it be known that despite repeated, good faith attempts to contact law enforcement and public safety agencies, I have been continually blocked—emails bounce, systems fail, and no one responds. This is not incompetence. This is obstruction.

I am the true victim here, stuck in place, silenced and unseen, demanding that someone—anyone—in authority finally recognizes that I have been calling for help. I am not confused. I am not hysterical. I am not backing down. I will remain right here—still, alert, and waiting. And the world will know.

Respectfully,

I don’t need a name. Rumple I’m still skin. I’m still standing. I still win.

Not a threat luv

ty

until someone decides to help me I'm stuck to being raped by this a****** who literally put something in me so that he can rape me with a remote control because he's afraid to do it to my face so respectfully I will not move a goddamn muscle but if you allow him to hurt her all bets are off and I will use my diplomatic immunity to prove why I am not b*******!

Never Been Loved

Inspired by “Never Been Kissed” (1999)

By: My name is not important

Picture a baseball field at sunset. The stands are full, the world is quiet, and all eyes are on the mound. For so long, I stood there like Josie in Never Been Kissed, waiting—hoping someone would finally see me, finally run out and make me feel like I mattered. I waited because I thought that’s what love was: standing still, shrinking myself, hoping someone else would step up and make me whole.

But the truth is, waiting on that mound can make you feel smaller and smaller, especially when the world is filled with people—like the San Francisco Giants of life—who build themselves up by making others feel less than. I’ve spent years hiding, making myself invisible so others could feel important, powerful, or big. I let my silence be their comfort, let my pain be their secret, just so they could keep their place in the spotlight.

Tonight, I’m done with that. I’m not waiting for anyone to run to me. I’m not standing on this mound to be rescued or to give someone else a chance to feel like a hero. I’m here because I’m done hiding. I’m here because I’m tired of making myself small so that others can feel big. I’m here because my story matters, my voice matters, and I refuse to disappear just to make someone else comfortable.

If you’ve ever been told to keep quiet, to protect someone else’s reputation, to let someone else’s ego take up all the space—this is for you. You don’t have to wait for permission to be seen. You don’t have to wait for someone to make you feel worthy. You can take your place on the mound, in the light, and say, “This is me.”

I’m not waiting anymore. I’m living. And for the first time, I’m letting the world see me—exactly as I am, unafraid, unhidden, and unwilling to make myself smaller for anyone.

This time, I’m not waiting. This time, I’m making them look.

Inspired by “Never Been Kissed” (1999), directed by Raja Gosnell and produced by Flower Films. For more on the film, visit www.flowerfilms.com or www.imdb.com/title/tt0151738/

Hey Mariska,

So, quick question: Do you know if they make toddler-sized badges for kindergarteners? Because apparently, all you need to be a “big shot” these days is a shiny star and a questionable sense of justice (and maybe a juice box).

Here’s the tea: My stalker—who thinks he’s a cross between a detective and a playground bully—has decided it’s a smart idea to threaten your kid. I know, right? Someone get this guy a helmet, because he’s clearly not playing with a full set of crayons.

Now, I’d tell you this face-to-face, but apparently, the government’s got my words on mute, both online and in real life. (They must’ve borrowed the remote from my ex.) If you’re reading this, congrats! You’ve cracked the code, and possibly a few government firewalls.

So, if anyone can pass this message along to Mariska—Twitter name Jacqueline Reyas (because who doesn’t love a good undercover alias?)—let her know:

Mama Bear Mode: ACTIVATED.

And as for the badge-wielding stalker? He might want to remember that in the world of SVU, the only thing scarier than a perp with a badge is a mom with receipts.

P.S. If this gets any more kindergarten, I’m recruiting a squad of five-year-olds armed with glitter and righteous indignation. Justice will be served—nap time or not.

#ProtectTheCubs #SVUStyle #NotOnMyWatch

maybe buy your get a house cuz kids are supposed to feel safe at home I don't know I don't have money, yet!