Oh – how refreshingly original. Accuse the person you’ve been trying to silence for three years of wrongdoing, while conveniently ignoring the way your little club has been looting my time, my health, and my quiet. Bravo. Stand, take a bow. 🎭👏

Let’s translate for anyone still confused:

• You call me names.
• Meanwhile you quietly helped yourselves to my sleep, my reputation, my peace of mind, and three calendar years I’ll never get back. 🕰️💔
• The emotional and physical toll? Absolutely devastating – nights of panic, days of exhaustion, specialist referrals, medicine bottles on the nightstand, and doctors’ notes I never wanted to write. 🩺😔
• That’s not irony. That’s robbery. And yes, I kept the receipts. 🧾🔍

If you think name-calling equals accountability, if you think bullying someone out of their home is “community governance,” congratulations: you’ve invented a new civic pastime. Try reading the manual on decency. It’s overdue for a reread. 📚🙄

To those who tolerated this and watched it happen: you should be ashamed. Deeply. 👎😶‍🌫️ You let a culture of cowardice and small cruelties fester in plain sight. That’s on you.

Here’s the part you don’t like: your behaviour has consequences. I will keep fighting. I will keep filing. I will keep speaking. Because the only things worse than being right are being silent while wrongness wins – and I prefer to be loud and right. 🔊⚖️

And for the grand finale, Marilyn – congratulations. You’ll be the protagonist of the next article that tells my story (a fictionalised starring role, for your convenience). 🎬📝 Consider this your cameo notice. Enjoy the spotlight. Don’t worry – I’ll write it with theatrical flair. 😉

So, to the ones who still don’t get it: keep shouting. History (and the courts) are taking notes. Justice isn’t instant, but it’s steady. And one thing you can absolutely count on:

Karma is a bitch. 😼🔥

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