I feel ya, little grey sun.
I've always found it amazing how plain or even rather ugly women can suddenly become quite beautiful as soon as they smile.
Oh. Never mind.
Also, we had a fun I'M NOT LYING moment here.
"EG, I do most of the housework there [in the Luxury Villa] even though I'm hardly there. I... The most I miss is one day. I go see the cats, clean up their puke... I go there..."
Which is it? Are you hardly there and only show up to clean, or is the most you miss your cats is one day? She caught that one, but barely. She's so goddamn dumb, it's amazing. In between gasping for air, she's trying to say, "I go to the Villa to see the cats almost every day, and when I do, I spend most of my time there cleaning. But I spend hardly any time there, but I do all the housework. And I visit the cats. But I'm hardly there," but even her weak and worthless brain realizes the problems with this statement so she tries to fix it. Alas, she doesn't realize how stupid it is until she's literally in the process of vocalizing it, so she fails and just kinda trails off whilst still trying to sound smug and superior. It's remarkable.
The Nader arc can do two things to keep me interested: She can officially move in with him and we can watch them fight (I'm taking odds that she just fucking sumo bounces his scrawny ass out of the kitchen one day) or it can end for good.
The former could be fun because we'll get to watch his chat needle him about his Peetzdom and we fucking KNOW he's still fucking other gorls. After all, they "not even dating, you guize, you don't know what arrangements we made off-camera". They're somehow cucking each other, with them being in, at best, an open relationship where Chantal just happens to pay all the bills and Nader just happens to demean himself by being her caretaker. That's volatile and I like it. She won't even be able to binge properly to deal with the stress of it all, because she'll be too ashamed to eat in front of him (like Bibi) and too paranoid to leave him alone long enough for a proper ragebang in her car. Putting a cork in her will only result in a more epic explosion.
The latter could be fun because we'll get a lot of meltdowns and then she'll "rebound" and gunt her way back onto Tinder and we'll get some more party gorl sex stories. There will also be truly heroic quantities of lokma consumed. Either way, she'll be miserable and a miserable gunt is an hilarious gunt.
Otherwise, the most entertainment value left in her channel would be watching it implode, provided that happened quickly (eg. demonetization) and not through a death of a thousand cuts of disgruntled VIBS. That, or she actually crashes/croaks on stream. That would be fun, too.
This cow is in decline. She was so awesome all summer, but now it's looking like the slaughterhouse might be on her horizon. Get with it, Chins. There are still some ways you can be interesting.