Prince Andrew didn’t get slapped with the nickname “the Prince of Nonces” because of some tabloid cheap shot—it’s because his behavior and associations earned it. His relationship with Jeffrey Epstein, his documented friendship with Ghislaine Maxwell, and the credible allegations from Virginia Giuffre and others cemented his reputation. Instead of acting like a public servant or a man of integrity, Andrew was photographed and tied up in scandal after scandal, clinging to excuses that sounded more like bad comedy than serious defense—like the infamous “I don’t sweat” claim. When someone with his privilege and power shows up repeatedly in the orbit of convicted sex offenders, the nickname isn’t slander—it’s a blunt reflection of what people see.

The title sticks because Andrew embodies everything rotten about the elites who cozied up to Epstein. While survivors were ignored, disbelieved, or silenced, Andrew was living it up on private jets and palatial estates with men who were actively exploiting young girls. His refusal to cooperate fully with law enforcement and his retreat from public life only add weight to the perception that he’s hiding from accountability. Calling him “the Prince of Nonces” isn’t cruel—it’s the public stripping away the royal polish and naming him for what he represents: entitlement, corruption, and a man tied at the hip to one of the most infamous predators of our time.


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