Mandi must be leaving her car with someone while she works. She would certainly tell that someone how she had a close brush with the stalker who came right up behind her. An old sugar daddy was stalking her. On 10/18/2016, someone put Mandi as "in a relationship" with the new stranger, in the creepy "Mandi J ackon" facebook account. Though I didn't know this at the time, because I was unable to find the account. Tywaun posted a goofy old video of himself rapping in Mandi's car passenger seat. Around 10/24/2016, Mandi responded with a picture on Instagram of herself, pointing to some strange new guy in her passenger seat, sitting where Tywaun sat, wearing sunglasses. Then one day, I saw Mandi add two cute young black guys on Instagram. One was a mechanic or worked at an auto parts store near where Mandi worked at her aunt's sign shop. The other was some kind of artist with a ton of tattoos. These were the exact kind of guys Mandi would like. It might as well have been her previous two boyfriends, poodle-boy with tattoos, and Tywaun. Tywaun responded with a snarky post on facebook, that working at an auto parts store doesn't make you a mechanic. The next day Mandi's Instagram was private, and her profile pic had been replaced with a picture of the strange guy. I looked at follower lists of everyone in my browser history, and finally found him. His name was Scott Love. He must have snapped when she added those black guys. I would. He was obviously very jealous or protective or something, to have taken away her phone and her instagram now. There were some accounts where the last time she logged in, was on my computer or her brother’s computer. She later told me there were two months when she didn't have a phone. That would have been straight through to when she added the two black guys, and her Instagram went private. If she didn't have a phone, and I know she never had a computer, then probably her instagram account was logged in on his phone. Her social media was not being used in a way that a girl uses it. Girls post pictures boasting of cool or fun or luxury things. Her social media was being used 100% to state she was in a relationship with Scott Love. He had like 20 rows on the Orange County Court website, and like 10 felony mugshots. One was for armed robbery, but that was like 14 years ago when he was a juvenile. I saw he had two or three kids. One looked like a 9-year-old boy. Mandi had found another dipshit with a kid, to throw herself at. I emailed her dad. To me, the social media stuff that Mandi posted with this new guy Scott Love was not Mandi. It was not her style. It was not the way she thought or felt. It was insincere. I sent her a message that I didn't believe her photos and captions were sincere. The look on her face was role- playing, acting. I had seen the same look in the picture she showed me with her pimp. And in that picture, she told me her pimp ordered her to look like that, and then chose that picture because she did. Was it all a scam to make Tywaun jealous? It had gone beyond that. There was a new person she was trying to please, and the social media posts pleased him. I think the audience for what she posted was three people, 1) Tywaun, 2) Scott Love, and 3) her Dad. Her Dad was as traumatized as a guy like that can get, when I brought the sheriff to his house and dumped her broken furniture in his driveway. And now Mandi was engaged in a long-term project to heal him and make up for it with a bunch of compliant pleasing behavior. She was pretending to be in a sincere monogamous relationship with this white guy Scott Love, because she felt so bad for her Dad and what I had done. And she also really needed a place to live! She was tired of me sabotaging whatever she did and wherever she went. So she hid out and played a part for her father. It was November. Again I went to Dancers Royale and she wasn’t there. Mandi Jackson? You know her? Everyone knows her. She’s been a stripper in Orlando since the Nixon administration. I heard she stopped stripping to go to school and become a welder. Who does she think she is, she can't weld. She's gone, I don’t know where she went.