The following is an account of a frightening and traumatic experience my wife and I had in Hollywood, California last year. It is a cautionary tale of the dark and perverse underbelly of Los Angeles. It’s difficult to properly convey in words just how horrifying this ordeal was for us. Today we are strongly suspicious that the parties involved are participating in a human trafficking ring, and that my wife was slated as their next victim.
At the hands of a sick sexual predator, his uncle, his twisted cadre of associates, and the owner of a popular Hollywood go-go bar, Jumbo's Clown Room, we barely escaped the situation with our lives. I am exposing these people as this predator is still at large due to his family's immense wealth and connections.
The LA Weekly has often given positive write-ups of Jumbo’s as a “just plain folks” kind of establishment that’s “woman-owned and woman friendly.” With these assurances, my wife thought she was working in a safe establishment. But she discovered the hard way that the onwer of this bar is not looking out for her employees.
Karen Taylor, owner of Jumbo's, is a typical strip club owner. She and allows all manner of obscenity, prostitution, and drug dealing to go on at her establishment. One drug dealer who did business at the bar for years was shot dead in front of Jumbo's in 2003.
That was one of several deaths that occurred in front of Jumbo's in only the three years that my wife worked there. She also witnessed a great deal of harassment and stalking go on at the bar and Karen, in her greed and callousness, refused to ban any of these monsters from the bar.
One dancer quit because she was nearly strangled to death by a bouncer - still, Karen refused to fire him. There are also a number of open, card-carrying Neo-Nazis who were employed at the bar, and when one found out that my wife was of Jewish descent on her father's side, he started making a lot of “jokes” about using her skin for a lampshade. (Another reason why she decided to quit.) Karen did not seem to have a problem with Neo-Nazis working for her. In fact, she would regularly observe the African-American dancers quit in disgust, complaining that the owner was a racist. This seemed evident to her as well.
When my wife told Karen Taylor that she had been terrorized by Floyd, whom we have now figured out seems to have some shady business connections to Jumbo's, Karen did not at all appear surprised. In fact, she became hostile and annoyed and told my wife that she didn't want to hear about it. Then she refused to pay her her last paycheck.
Floyd was a daily patron at this bar and never tipped the girls and rarely bought a drink. Even more incredibly, he was allowed to remain a patron even after my wife told Karen what had happened to her.
Jumbo's is hailed by the local press as a safe, family kind of tavern and is a popular hangout of locals and big name celebrities alike. The original owner, Karen’s dad, Jack “Jumbo” Taylor, claims to have been a former circus clown. Karen Taylor touts herself as a kindly mother hen type, but her employees know that this is not the case. Some women vanished after working there for only a few weeks or months, without even picking up their last paycheck, and we still wonder what happened to them.
My wife spoke with a detective at Hollywood PD's Organized Crime and Vice about the drug dealing, the prostitution, and the missing women and she was told that they knew all about it and hope to shut the place down eventually. So far it remains in business. The bar is at the end of a street block of apartments owned by Floyd Nassif's family. I believe that Floyd thought that since my wife was a dancer there he had some "right" to her, especially after she agreed to rent an apartment from him and his uncle Sabin.
At Jumbo's there were at least two other female victims of Floyd Nassif's stalking behavior. Unfortunately, the Hollywood PD officers my wife spoke with about Floyd refused to write a report of the incident.
The entire saga began when we agreed to rent an apartment in Hollywood from Sabin Nassif, Floyd's uncle. At this point ,we were unaware of Floyd’s ulterior motive for offering us an apartment, or his criminal lifestyle. Lured in by the astonishingly low rent, we took it. Three days after moving in, we fled our apartment out of fear for our lives.
Within two days after our moving in, the locks to our front door had been tampered with and the chain lock had been removed. Floyd was calling my wife all hours of the night and lurking around our bedroom window. He was also trying to get me to do some dirty work for him, bragging about how he “owned Hollywood” and that he had the labor boss for the Hollywood PD “in my back pocket.“ I refused his offer. Sabin was letting himself into the apartment every day (once in the early morning while we were sleeping) and harassing my wife from the second day we moved in because we hadn't finished moving in fast enough. We had suspected we were being watched, and Floyd was openly prowling around our apartment in the wee hours of the night.
One chilling experience involved Floyd calling us to meet him in his garage to store some of our things because he kept pressuring us to do so. But when we walked over to it, he was nowhere to be found - but the garage door was open. We called his phone, shouted his name by his apartment, but no one answered. He had been pressuring us to put some of our belongings in the garage for some irrational reason having to do with keeping the apartment looking decent. We knew at that moment with absolute certainty that something was terribly wrong - that was the night we fled our apartment.
At great personal expense, we had no choice but to leave the state to stay with family with only the shirts on our backs. The night we fled our apartment, we were followed by thugs, one of whom accosted us on a street corner, threatening to use what he had on his pocket on us, saying "I HAVE A PRESENT FOR YOU - DO YOU WANT IT?" Only by the intervention of a stranger were we saved. Truly, I believe that were it not for the grace of God, neither of us would be alive today to tell this story.
Floyd once bragged to me, "I got guys working for me." One of his “pals” is a very creepy looking guy named “Fausto” who just reeked of evil. Floyd is a cocaine addict and an alcoholic.
After my wife was safely out of town, I went back to pack our belongings and was literally burst in on by a hysterical Floyd. He was in a totally crazed state, shouting "WHERE'S THE GIRL?!" over and over. He furiously demanded to talk to my wife. That’s when the truth came out about his true plans. Floyd, by his own admission, had hired some thugs to kill me and then abduct and do who knows what to my wife. When he saw that I was not intimidated by him at all, he fled the apartment and called the police. So much for his being a tough "gangster."
And at one point while on the phone with someone at 3 AM he blurted out, “I”LL CONTROL HER THROUGH THE CHURCH!” What that statement meant, we don’t know. But based upon Floyd's bizarre behavior as well as certain things we saw going on at Jumbo’s we have our suspicions that this had to do with membership in some kind of satanic cult.
At Jumbo's, many people blandly told me that they presumed us dead after being gone for only two weeks. Why such a morbid presumption, why the apathy? At any rate, nobody tried to find my wife or call her after she had not shown up for her last shifts in two weeks. That was highly unusual for the management as my wife said that they always called when a dancer was so much as a half hour late for work.
In the ordeal, we lost what little money we had on hotels and traveling costs, and most of our possessions. Sabin Nassif did not allow me more than one day to get our things out of the apartment, amidst other malicious, threatening behaviors. To add insult to injury, Sabin refused to return any portion of our rent money, and he hysterically threatened to kill us when we demanded it back. He knows his nephew is a criminal and a pervert, yet buys his nephew‘s way out, ensuring that Floyd and his friends will no doubt hurt someone again.
Jumbo's is not a friendly local tavern - it's a death zone frequented by mobsters and predators and owned by a really creepy family. Floyd is no friend to anyone - he's a sociopathic criminal and should be avoided at all costs.