"Flies don't land on eggs that aren't cracked. She must've led them on first. Otherwise, why wouldn't they go after someone else?"
"She's obviously desperate for attention. Staged the whole video for clicks. Probably trying to scam money out of it too. Sickening."
I stared at those comments until the screen blurred, my hands shaking so hard the phone nearly slipped from my fingers.
I was wearing professional riding gear. Covered from head to toe.
And just because it was form-fitting, that made it my fault I got harassed?
Before I could even push back, something worse came flooding in.
"I know this chick. She works at a massage parlor. Me and my buddy booked her once. Eight hundred a night, lousy technique, high maintenance. Bet these guys didn't pay up, so she filmed the whole thing to shake them down."
The comments blew up. Hundreds of replies in seconds, all of them piling on.
Lie after lie after lie.
"Makes sense now. That's what she does. No wonder she's out riding a motorcycle in the middle of the night looking for customers."
"I knew she looked familiar. Seen her at the parlor too. Dressed way sluttier than this."