Tanea Wallace shares her experience of attending a ‘Freak Off’.<\/p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text module_class=”credit-name” _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” text_font=”Black Han Sans|||on|||||” text_text_color=”#000000″ header_4_font=”|||on|||||” header_4_text_align=”center” text_orientation=”center” custom_margin=”||0px||false|false” hover_enabled=”0″ global_colors_info=”{}” theme_builder_area=”post_content” sticky_enabled=”0″]
Tanea Wallace as told to\u00a0Nikki Peach<\/strong><\/p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_image src=”https:\/\/flatplan-plus-content.s3.eu-west-1.amazonaws.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/6\/2025\/07\/GettyImages-83581629-scaled.jpg” alt=”Diddy” title_text=”Sean %22Diddy%22 Combs’ Birthday Party” force_fullwidth=”on” _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” hover_enabled=”0″ global_colors_info=”{}” theme_builder_area=”post_content” sticky_enabled=”0″][\/et_pb_image][et_pb_text _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” hover_enabled=”0″ global_colors_info=”{}” theme_builder_area=”post_content” sticky_enabled=”0″] The below article is a first-person account from an aspiring singer who alleges to have attended one of P Diddy’s ‘Freak Off’ parties. Diddy, real name Sean Combs, has been accused of sex trafficking, racketeering and transportation to engage in prostitution. He was found not guilty of sex trafficking and racketeering, but guilty of transportation to engage in prostitution. He has denied all allegations against him \u2013 including those about his alleged \u2018freak off\u2019 parties. Grazia has approached Combs for comment but is yet to receive a response.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n As a singer-songwriter, you\u2019re always waiting for your \u2018big break\u2019. In 2018, I was fresh out of a recording contract that didn\u2019t work out and I started to manifest meeting a big name from the industry. My friend introduced me to this man, and he told me he wanted to fly me out to Miami for Ultra Music Week. \u2018We can make a lot of good connections,\u2019 he told me, insisting that he knew people from the industry. \u2018I\u2019ve got a group of girls coming with me.\u2019 My intuition was like, \u2018this guy is kind of fishy\u2019, but it was an opportunity I couldn\u2019t turn down.<\/p>\n After two weeks of no meetings, I said I wanted to go home \u2013 that\u2019s when he said he wanted me to meet someone. He didn\u2019t say P. Diddy\u2019s name until the last minute because he insisted that he was trying to pull together the right group of girls. The day before we went Diddy\u2019s house, he asked me to pick girls out in a nightclub, which was crazy. The last thing I wanted to do was pick up other girls. I wanted him to do something for me \u2013 to invest in me, let me rub elbows with people in the industry, introduce me to the people he said he knew.<\/p>\n When I found out we were going to a party at Diddy\u2019s house I felt relieved, like he was finally keeping his word. I was expecting my big break being in the same room as someone as successful as Diddy, but it ended up being one of the most traumatising nights of my life.<\/p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_image src=”https:\/\/flatplan-plus-content.s3.eu-west-1.amazonaws.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/6\/2025\/07\/GettyImages-112442376-scaled.jpg” _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” theme_builder_area=”post_content” hover_enabled=”0″ sticky_enabled=”0″ alt=”Diddy” title_text=”Sean %22Diddy%22 Combs Office Birthday Party – November 3, 2005″][\/et_pb_image][et_pb_text _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” hover_enabled=”0″ global_colors_info=”{}” theme_builder_area=”post_content” sticky_enabled=”0″] Once we got to the house at about 7am \u2013 with about eight other girls\u2013 they took our phones and put them in these bubble cases, and I just thought this was some celebrity type of thing. We were stood in the garden when a man came over to me and gave me some white hotel slippers and said these are the shoes you have to wear to go into the house. They were basically picking people to invite into the house, but I didn\u2019t realise, I just thought \u2018oh, hospitality\u2019. The same way I thought \u2018oh, this is Hollywood\u2019 when I saw people walking around naked. Even though this was very much a \u2018freak off\u2019 and not one of his elegant, white parties, it was still a celebrity affair. There were household names there, actors, artists. I thought, ‘This party is about to be off the hook.’<\/p>\n I put the shoes on and then Diddy came up behind me and started rubbing my side and I\u2019m thinking, is he faded? Is he drunk? This is not the usual etiquette of a producer, not the ones I\u2019ve met before. Maybe they flirt with you behind closed doors in the studio, but he was just all out with it.<\/p>\n The man who brought me to the party never said, \u2018Hey, this is P. Diddy, this is the producer I wanted you to meet\u2019, it was like we were all sent out on our own once we got there. I think the reason they wanted us to go around on our own is because they wanted us to get comfortable and take drinks and stuff, but I stuck with one of the girls I met in the club.<\/p>\n Now, an important detail is that I don\u2019t really drink and I made sure I didn\u2019t drink at this party because I was there to meet people. Maybe they thought I had some sips and that I was a little bit loose, but Diddy asked if I had been into his house yet because of the shoes. So I told my friend, \u2018Okay I\u2019m just going to go into the house, and I\u2019ll be right back\u2019, because I wanted to please him and not seem like a problem.<\/p>\n When I got into the house, it started to feel eerie. I think I would have eventually sipped the drink, but after seeing what was going on in the house, I\u2019m glad I didn\u2019t because I no longer trusted anything. There were huddles of people to my left and right. People having sex, people passed out, everywhere I look there was something going on.<\/p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text module_class=”custom-quote” _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” header_2_font=”Libre Bodoni|||on|||||” header_2_text_align=”center” header_2_text_color=”#333333″ header_2_font_size=”40px” header_2_line_height=”1.2em” global_colors_info=”{}” theme_builder_area=”post_content”] The whole place was smoky and foggy and sweaty and hot, there was house music playing loudly, and everybody was out of their mind. I thought there must be a video shoot going on or something. I was in there for about five minutes, and I\u2019d seen enough.<\/p>\n I found my friend and told her not to drink anything and tried to describe what I saw. Then the man that invited me called us over to a couch by the pool where he was sat with Diddy and a few girls. Diddy was jerking off. \u2018Hi Tanea, are you coming to Cuba with us?\u2019 one of the girls asked me. \u2018Cuba?\u2019 I replied. The man said, \u2018I told you I wanted to stamp your passport. I told you I was going to change your life.\u2019 At this point, I was running through the events thinking he asked me to stay with him in Miami for two weeks and it had been a month, then he brought me to this party, now he wants to take me further away? In that moment I felt so out of control, and I just wanted to cry.<\/p>\n When you\u2019re an aspiring artist, people with more money than you can dangle success over you and then take it away. I knew I needed to get out of there and that they wouldn\u2019t even notice I was gone, but I couldn\u2019t leave without the code to the house I was staying in. Still, I didn\u2019t want to make it obvious, so I even ended up going in the \u2018Team Love\u2019 photobooth \u2013 at least those photos prove that I was there.<\/p>\n When I got my phone back, I called the police and said I had been kidnapped, because I had been told I would be in Miami for two weeks and it had been a month. I was being kept against my will. I wanted to tell them what I saw at the party, but I knew they wouldn\u2019t believe me.<\/p>\n The police arrived and let me out, but they didn’t ask any further questions. They called the man and told him what I said. He sent a business manager to the house to print me out a ticket to leave, but I didn\u2019t have any money. One of the maids at the house gave me $100, like, \u2018get out of here\u2019. I think they all knew what was going on, even though it was a rented house on a private, very expensive street. I called a taxi with my $100 and went back to the airport. The next day I posted about the night on Snapchat and the man replied saying, \u2018I\u2019ve still got love for you. I can still take care of you if you want me to.\u2019 Once I got back to LA, I tried to contact one of the girls from Vegas who I\u2019d met in Miami, but her account had been deactivated. I don\u2019t know what happened to her.<\/p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_image src=”https:\/\/flatplan-plus-content.s3.eu-west-1.amazonaws.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/6\/2025\/07\/GettyImages-81887492-scaled.jpg” _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” theme_builder_area=”post_content” hover_enabled=”0″ sticky_enabled=”0″ alt=”Diddy” title_text=”DJ Cassidy’s 27th Birthday Party”][\/et_pb_image][et_pb_text _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” theme_builder_area=”post_content” hover_enabled=”0″ sticky_enabled=”0″] If the man ever had any intention of helping me with my career, he would have set up meetings and been on the road to getting me booked and making music. It was all a bunch of bullshit. I was so determined to make something happen while I was out there, but it was all for nothing. I came with nothing, and I left with nothing. It made me feel worthless. I gave up on my dream because I thought this is never going to work.<\/p>\n Before Diddy was arrested, hardly anyone believed me when I told them what happened. These things discourage you. I didn\u2019t want to call anyone out either because I was worried that people wouldn\u2019t want to work with me in the future. When Diddy got caught putting his hands on Cassie in the 2016 CCTV video that leaked online last May, I felt like I could come out and say something.<\/p>\n The only thing I\u2019m grateful for is that I didn\u2019t take that drink. I would have been intoxicated. I could have ended up in Cuba. At the end of the day, I\u2019m relieved to be able to speak my truth, even if I never wanted to believe it myself. How many others are there? Probably a lot. How many victims could there be? Hundreds of them. I was just a regular girl who went to one party for a couple of hours. I\u2019m still thankful I didn\u2019t have to be the first person to come out with it \u2013 they wouldn\u2019t have believed me.<\/p>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=”#111111″ divider_position=”center” divider_weight=”2px” module_class=”custom-divider” _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” custom_margin=”0px||0px||false|false” custom_padding=”0px||0px||false|false” global_colors_info=”{}” theme_builder_area=”post_content”][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text module_class=”credit-texts” _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” text_font=”|||on|||||” text_orientation=”center” hover_enabled=”0″ global_colors_info=”{}” theme_builder_area=”post_content” sticky_enabled=”0″] Photo: <\/b>Getty<\/p>[\/et_pb_text][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][\/et_pb_section]\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Tanea Wallace shares her first-person account of attending a ‘Freak Off’.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":11,"featured_media":11614,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"_et_pb_use_builder":"on","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","_lmt_disableupdate":"","_lmt_disable":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11609","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-feature"],"acf":[],"modified_by":"guestgrazia","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/flatplanplus.io\/grazia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11609","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/flatplanplus.io\/grazia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/flatplanplus.io\/grazia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/flatplanplus.io\/grazia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/11"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/flatplanplus.io\/grazia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=11609"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/flatplanplus.io\/grazia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11609\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11622,"href":"https:\/\/flatplanplus.io\/grazia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11609\/revisions\/11622"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/flatplanplus.io\/grazia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/11614"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/flatplanplus.io\/grazia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11609"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/flatplanplus.io\/grazia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11609"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/flatplanplus.io\/grazia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11609"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}‘People were having sex, passed out, everywhere something was going on.’<\/h2>[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” theme_builder_area=”post_content” hover_enabled=”0″ sticky_enabled=”0″]