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   It’s May 2018, and Robert Hunter Biden is trawling through his favorite   
   Los Angeles escort sites. He orders “Yanna,” a 24-year-old Russian native   
   from Emerald Fantasy Girls.   
      
   “Russian, Green Eyes, Thin Brunette, an elite courtesan” is Yanna’s pitch,   
   along with a menu of sex acts.   
      
   “Hi, My name is Rob. I’m staying at Chateau Marmont. Are you available   
   now?”   
      
   Yanna goes to the cottage. He smokes crack, they drink vodka, have sex,   
   make porn. He balances a line of M&Ms on his erect penis and takes   
   photographs of it.   
      
   All of these messages, all of these pictures, are saved on Hunter Biden’s   
   laptop, which he treats like a diary, storing every email and text   
   conversation, his financial records, and his copious selfies. A year   
   later, Hunter will forget the laptop at a Delaware repair shop, and it   
   will end up in the hands of the FBI — and The Post.   
      
   Hunter’s escapades with Yanna are a glimpse into the president’s son’s   
   debauched lifestyle, but it also raises questions about how much his   
   finances were mingled with Joe Biden. As detailed in Hunter’s own text   
   messages, two mysterious men would show up at his door one night asking   
   curious questions.   
      
   On May 19, 2018, Hunter moves from his cottage at the Chateau Marmont to a   
   cheaper hotel in West Hollywood, The Jeremy, where rooms are $469 per   
   night. He orders an escort from Emerald Fantasy Girls. She stays for a   
   couple days and wants to be paid. The problem is Hunter’s debit cards   
   aren’t working and she’s not leaving without the $8,000 he owes her for   
   the extended callout. On the morning of May 24, hung over and out of   
   sorts, Hunter adds a new recipient on the cash transfer app Zelle, a woman   
   named Gulnora, the registered agent for Emerald Fantasy Girls.   
      
   He transfers $8,000. It doesn’t work. A few minutes later, Wells Fargo   
   sends him a fraud detection alert. He reaches into his wallet , pulls out   
   a card and attempts to transfer the $8,000 but it apparently doesn’t go   
   through. He rifles through his wallet again. No luck. He pulls out another   
   card. Bingo.   
      
   But over the next few hours, his bank accounts are being emptied.   
      
   In receipts he saves on the computer, the transactions he thought had   
   failed have gone through, one after the other. The first $8,000 is   
   recorded leaving his account at 10:22 a.m. At 10:50 a.m., $2,000 leaves a   
   different account. At 10:59 a.m., $3,500 vanishes. At 11 a.m., another   
   $8,000. At 11:03 a.m., another $3,500. About $25,000 moves in under an   
   hour. Another $3,500 is scheduled to transfer out later that afternoon but   
   will be delayed.   
      
   Soon enough, his cellphone starts pinging. It’s Gulnora: “There is many   
   transactions on my account,” she texts. “From last night 8k, 8k, 3500k. So   
   get back with me when you can. So I can transfer back to you. Better if   
   you call my personal.”   
      
   She follows up: “I’m happy to see that much in my account.” Her last text:   
   “No worries you can have the rest back. Karma is a bitch.”   
      
   Hunter’s curt reply at 4:19 p.m.: “Send it back please.”   
      
   Text messages indicate most of the money was returned over the next week.   
   But on June 12, Gulnora texted Hunter that she could not transfer the   
   remaining $5,000 because of problems with her bank account. “Bulls–t,”   
   replied Hunter. “I am so sick of this.”   
      
   What happens between Hunter and Gulnora next is not recorded. Her private   
   cellphone number no longer works, and Emerald Fantasy Girls is defunct.   
   Hunter Biden’s attorney did not return a message.   
      
   What we do know from the laptop is that a few hours after Hunter’s debit-   
   card woes began, text messages start arriving that are labeled as being   
   from Robert Savage III. Savage was once the Secret Service’s special agent   
   in charge of the Los Angeles field office and a contact card for him   
   appears on the laptop, with a photographic avatar, phone number and Secret   
   Service email address.   
      
   The Secret Service told The Post that Savage retired from the agency on   
   April 30, 2018 — weeks before the Biden debauchery — and that the agency   
   “did not provide protection to any member of the Biden family in 2018.”   
      
   Savage’s lawyer says, “My client has never met or communicated with Hunter   
   Biden.”   
      
   The activity recorded on Hunter’s devices shows Savage sending Hunter an   
   urgent missive on May 24 at 6:37 p.m.: “H – I’m in the lobby come down.   
   Thanks, Rob.”   
      
   Hunter replies: “5 minutes.”   
      
   Five minutes later, Savage texts again: “Come on H, this is linked to   
   Celtic’s account. DC is calling me every 10. Let me up or come down. I   
   can’t help if you don’t let me H.”   
      
   “Celtic” was Joe Biden’s Secret Service code name when he was vice   
   president.   
      
   Did one of the credit cards used to pay Gulnora belong to Joe Biden? Was   
   it a shared account?   
      
   Hunter replies: “I promise be right down. Sorry.”   
      
   Hunter Biden’s text messages with Secret Service agent Robert Savage III   
   on May 24, 2018.   
   Hunter Biden’s text messages with Secret Service agent Robert Savage III   
   on May 24, 2018.   
   Five minutes later, Savage texts Hunter again to say that Dale Pupillo, a   
   retired deputy assistant director of the Secret Service, who used to guard   
   his father, has arrived. Invoices indicate that Pupillo did background   
   checks for Hunter on potential business partners. Pupillo did not return   
   requests for comment.   
      
   “He’s going to front desk, call and tell them to give us a key now H.   
      
   “As your friend, we need to resolve this in the immediate.   
      
   “Call the front desk now H or I will have to assume you are in danger and   
   we will have to make them give us the keys.”   
      
   For nine minutes, Hunter does not reply.   
      
   “Really, Rob I am coming down right now,” Hunter texts at 6:54 p.m. “I   
   really promise. Was in the bathroom buddy. Coming right this second.”   
      
   Thirty seconds later, Savage replies: “We’re at your door. Open it.”   
      
   What these apparent minders told Hunter next isn’t recorded on his   
   devices. We know Hunter stays up the rest of that night, logging into an   
   encrypted government site, “secure.login.gov,” a number of times until   
   4:04 a.m.   
      
   In his memoir “Beautiful Things,” Hunter admits the crack cocaine bender   
   consumes most of his 2018. It even gets him blacklisted from the Chateau   
   Marmont. Late at night, on Thursday, July 19, 2018, Hunter is checking in   
   at the front desk of the iconic Sunset Boulevard hotel, where John Belushi   
   famously overdosed and Led Zeppelin threw ragers.   
      
   The night manager is about to hand over the familiar green silk-tassled   
   set of room keys when he notices a warning note on Hunter’s file in the   
   computer system. It stipulates the need to get pre-approval from the   
   general manager before checking in.   
      
   A photo from Hunter Biden’s laptop showing 2.9 ounces of crack cocaine.   
   A photo from Hunter Biden’s laptop showing 2.9 grams of crack cocaine.   
   “WTF man. Seriously WTF,” Hunter rages in a series of indignant texts with   
      
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