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The day of Ghomeshi’s bail hearing, for instance, the woman wrote to DeCoutere to say she was tempted to show up at the hearing, carrying a bowl of popcorn and wearing “a s–t-eating grin.”

“I think people know his goose is cooked,” DeCoutere replied.

“He’s cooked, all right,” the woman said.

And that was the least of their vicious, occasionally racist, discussion of the fallen CBC star, whom they sometimes called “the Arabian princess.”

In two messages to DeCoutere in November of 2014, the woman wrote, “It’s time to sink the pr–k. I’ll do whatever I can to put this predator where he belongs,” and said she wanted this “piece of s–t to pay for all he’s done.”

Yet still, even now, the woman still found DeCoutere’s little joke funny, and laughed — as though the 48-year-old Ghomeshi isn’t on trial, as Mike Duffy’s lawyer used to say like a mantra, “for his liberty,” as though there is something amusing about fully grown women sandbagging police and prosecutors, making 11th-hour revelations and leading the criminal justice system about by the nose.

DeCoutere was discredited last week, caught in a web of her own making by what turned out to be her assiduous courting of the very man she claimed had choked her and cut off her air.

This woman imploded in even more dramatic fashion.

Thirty-two years old when she first met Ghomeshi in July of 2003, she was involved in the arts community. After an event in a Toronto park where she was performing, he came up behind her and they talked. Then they met another time for dinner, then on another occasion ended up in a secluded part of the same park after another performance, and sat on a bench and made out.