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Prince Andrew’s Abuse Accuser, Virginia Giuffre, D.i.e.s at 41 — Here’s What We Know

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Virginia Giuffre, known for her accusations against Prince Andrew, has died at the age of 41, her family has confirmed.

In a statement, her loved ones shared that she died by suicide at her home in Australia on Friday (April 25).

“It is with utterly broken hearts that we announce that Virginia passed away last night at her farm in Western Australia,” they said.

“She lost her life to suicide, after being a lifelong victim of sexual abuse and sex trafficking.

“Virginia was a fierce warrior in the fight against sexual abuse and sex trafficking. She was the light that lifted so many survivors.

“In the end, the toll of abuse is so heavy that it became unbearable for Virginia to handle its weight.”

Police in Western Australia reported they were called to a property in the Neergabby area on Friday (April 25) evening, where Giuffre was found unresponsive.

“Police and St John Western Australia attended and provided emergency first aid. Sadly, the 41-year-old woman was declared deceased at the scene,” a spokesperson said.

“The death is being investigated by Major Crime detectives; early indication is the death is not suspicious.”

Giuffre had alleged that at 17, she was trafficked for sex to Prince Andrew by Jeffrey Epstein and Ghislaine Maxwell, and was ‘forced to have sex’ with the royal at Epstein’s New York residence.

Prince Andrew has consistently denied all accusations made against him.

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