In the 90s, not being in Epstein's address book would have been social anathema

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I’M NOT IN EPSTEIN’S ADDRESS BOOK - AM I SO UNIMPORTANT?

Madame bumped into an old acquaintance from the wacky world of PR the other day, but couldn’t remember the backstory about marriages and the company's sell-off, so she asked Mr Google. Bosh! All the usual stuff, inside leg-measurement, estimated wealth, favourite fish and chip shop, etc, but what w…