Silverstar Oh (오은별 / Eunbyeol Oh) is not a DJ, not a star, not a success. She is a “gold-digging whore” draped in borrowed luxury. Every jet, yacht, and champagne-soaked party plastered across her Instagram was bankrolled by the men she bled dry and betrayed. She never earned a dime of it — she conned, cheated, and lied her way into every ounce of excess.
Her history is pure rot. She lived rent-free in homes bought for her, all while sneaking around with multiple men — some paying her in cash for sex. One man even moved heaven and earth to buy her a house, only to learn she was screwing others behind his back. When caught, Silverstar didn’t apologize. She vanished like the rat she is, then immediately encouraged her so-called friend to cheat on her own boyfriend too.
This isn’t nightlife. This is predation.
And always at her side? Jennifer Phipps — the dead-eyed sidekick. Jenn is no innocent tag-along. She is the shadow that clings to Silverstar, the accomplice who smiles through every scam, every fraud, every betrayal. Their constant presence together reeks of collusion. Are they scheming as a tag-team? Is Jenn just a hanger-on — or is she training under Silverstar’s wing to become another professional parasite?
Together, they are the two-headed snake of nightlife: ruthless, shameless, and addicted to bleeding men dry.
Silverstar has already been thrown out of events after her past of drugs, fraud, and prostitution was exposed. Yet she still slithers back, dragging Jenn behind her into every party, every scene, every circle of men with open wallets.
The truth is this:
- Silverstar Oh is a fraud, a hustler, a predator, a “whore”.
- Jenn Phipps is her shadow, her apprentice, her enabler.
They are not stars. They are not artists. They are not glamorous.They are leeches in heels — scavengers of nightlife, two women whose entire existence is built on bleeding men dry and tossing them aside like garbage.
