Some Euro-porn chick claims she’s pregnant with Drake’s baby. Among the growing list of such stories, Sophia Brousseaux’s is not an entirely random assertion. There’s a photo of Drake and Brousseaux having dinner in Amsterdam back in January, the date she claims is right around conception. Drake’s reps are insisting this chick gets around and how could she know it’s Drake’s baby. That’s not actually defense, that’s an admission that it might be his. Do you people get paid?
“If it is in fact Drake’s child, which he does not believe, he would do the right thing by the child.”
Again, not a denial. Drake gets way more pussy than you. That doesn’t mean he can’t remember if he fucked a porn star in Amsterdam four months ago. Presume she’s fairly memorable in the sack. Wilt probably could’ve put together a Top Ten if pressed. Men love to rank shit.
Brousseaux has hired slimy but altogether not ineffective New York attorney Raoul Felder to represent her and her unborn child in what certainly will be a paternity claim. There’s a threshold of evidence that must be met for a judge to invade the privacy of the possible baby daddy with a swab test request. Brousseux purports to have texts between herself and Drake discussing the pregnancy:
Drake: I want you to have an abortion.
Brussaux: I can’t kill my baby simply to indulge you sorry.
Drake: Indulge me? Fuck you.
Drake: You do know what you’re doing you think you’re going to get money.
Who knows if that shit is real. It certainly sounds exactly like how a conversation would go down. After seventeen abortions, the porn star suddenly finds a Pro Life footing. The rich mark would say “fuck you” because he’s knows he’s been had and there’s not a thing he can do. Maybe invent a time machine and go back and not bareback a prostitute. But short of that, start talking high six-figure settlements.
In some ways it’s reassuring to know that highly successful guys are still total dumbasses. Bad idea pussy remains the great equalizer.