“Couple up before the flight logs leak.”

 

It’s Love Island for the morally bankrupt, where the sun is hot, the secrets are hotter, and every contestant is plucked straight from Epstein’s list. 

 

Billionaires, disgraced royals, tech moguls, and former politicians lounge in a beachfront villa outfitted with surveillance equipment and plausible deniability. 

 

Each night brings new betrayals, sealed indictments, and deeply uncomfortable couples’ massages hosted by “celebrity guests” who swear they were just there for the landscaping.

 

No rules. No morals. No extradition. Streaming exclusively in hell.