Chantal Sarault / Chantal Al-Refae / Foodie Beauty - Delusional drug fiend hamplanet mukbanger from Canada trying to be a glamorous online influencer. Pathological liar, huge bitch, narcissist, animal abuser

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She has no clue how to take care of the hair that is on her head. She just pulls it back in that stupid ponytail. Why does she think that a human hair wig is going to help her? She's going to destroy it too. She's actually be better off getting a GOOD QUALITY synthetic. They can take more abuse. Natural hair is more fragile and Chantal is anything but gentle with anything. Either synthetic or real, she's going to choke when she sees what you have to pay to not look like a....nevermind....even the most expensive wig won't help....
 
So now she has tasked her fans with finding her a wig. But not just any wig - she has to look like a famous model/actress when wearing it. Chantal is way too busy doing live streams, driving back and forth to Nader's, getting high on/off camera, and sleeping at all hours to actually put in the time to search for something suitable. There were many comical and blistering comments on her post - I think this one is my favorite:

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Edit: @I call shenanigans

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A lot of gay men don't actively engage in anal sex. I think in Nadster's case, while he may be gay, the anal thing is more a dominance/control/humiliation/sadist thing.
She said Nader wanted anal sex because Bibi did it with her and he didn't like the idea of another man doing something to her that he didn't. Which seems pretty on brand for that asshole.
Her VIBs are so exceptional. A cop car drove across the dispensary parking lot behind her while she was in buying her weed and now chat thinks their lame efforts to get her pulled over for smoking or curfew have worked. Because of course it's not possible for a cop car to drive past or have business in the area without it being related to their queen. Anyone wasting emergency services time like this seriously needs to neck themselves.
Well aaaaaappppppparently someone tipped off Monty that the cops were called and he's so in the know about evvvverythiiiing. Because you never see cops in parking lots.
I know she has far too much going on to try to find it herself but when someone asked where the red wig was, she said she thinks the cats puked on it. So why waste your time?
 
So now she has tasked her fans with finding her a wig. But not just any wig - she has to look like a famous model/actress when wearing it. Chantal is way too busy doing live streams, driving back and forth to Nader's, getting high on/off camera, and sleeping at all hours to actually put in the time to search for something suitable.
I can't access her actual post but from the comments you've posted it sounds like she wants her viewers to pay for it as well...as if they aren't already paying for everything in her life. Can someone please post the expanded original post.
 
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I don't have a clue how I missed that she never completed her antibiotic regime for the Clap. If that's the case & it remains, my understanding is that it can lead to infection in other parts of the body with rather unpleasant symptoms.
Prepare your puzzle awards, because I have lost countless brain cells re-watching approximately eight hours of Chantal nonsense to pin-point the exact moment she threw away her medicine. It also sheds light on some of the current Hepatitis drama, as well as the Nader sex tape mess.

For the time stamps referenced below, I am using Monty's review : Foodie Beauty cleaning her room

Before we get to the main event, allow me to set the scene:

The month was October. Chantal, sporting a worsening wound of some sort on her lip (razor burn? pipe burn?), had just gotten two terrible pieces of news. First, Nadar had developed gonorrhea. How this could possibly have happened will forever remain a mystery. Second, someone has called animal control to check on the welfare of her two beloved cats (who, she goes on to claim, no one would want [time 13:43]). Due to the impending visit from animal control, she seems to have taken a water buffalo’s dose of cocaine, and is planning on cleaning the Luxury Villa.

House lights down.

The scene begins with our heroin heroine chimping out about reaction channels being mean to her and Peetz (time 0:00-8:14). The setting is simple. A filthy room with five half-full fast food cups festering in the background. At the 8:14 mark, something truly unexpected happens, and had it not been captured for all posterity, I would not believe it myself. At 8:14 she opens the drawer of her desk and - casually, as if this sort of thing is completely normal - she pulls out a whole tray of who-knows-how-many-days-old KFC. She proceeds to request her dear beezers not shame her for keeping her drawer KFC next to the nipple clamps.

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A human being actually did this.

Chins shows off her Halloween Lush and candle haul, ironically only adding to the clutter on her desk that she is supposedly trying to clean (time around 20:00). This includes bath bombs, which she later explains that she cannot use at the Luxury Villa because she does not fit in her bathtub (time 1:09:00). And even if she did, we know that drain is terminally clogged with hair fibres (time 1:14:50). She admits that even when high af, she will not be able to clean the whole house. She will clean her room and tell Peetz to do the rest (time 33:17). She lights candles around her room (this counts as “cleaning” in her addled brain) but is careful not to flash the camera when she gets up as she has run out of clean underwear (time 34:20). Note: the state of her underwear becomes acutely relevant in her stream the following evening.

At around 37 minutes, she retrieves garbage bags and the true cleaning begins.

These are the highlights of what she finds while cleaning her desk:
“Fupa perfume” (time 12:01)
Her grandmother’s ashes (time 29:00), which she puts candies and candles beside.
Floor edibles (38:00), which she claims she hasn’t been using recently.
Unopened bottle of cough medicine (time 38:47), this is relevant because she claims she is feeling fine now, perhaps explaining why she decided she no longer needs her antibiotics.
Old lokmas (41:08)
So ends the cleaning the top and drawers of her desk.

Chantal says she’s on a waiting list to get psychiatric help (time 50:56), it’s a six-month wait, but she says she’ll get therapy in the mean time. Note: Since she seems to be doing so very much better these days, this therapy must be going remarkably well.

These are the highlights of what she finds while cleaning the floor (mostly still around her desk):
Bag of hair products?? (56:00), she proceeds to empty this bag onto her freshly cleaned desk. After which she disappears for a while, time for more coke?
Random roll of toilet paper (time 1:01:50), after which she ties off the first garbage bag, which leaves her gasping for breath (time 1:03:00)
A long-lost Brita pitcher (1:07:50)
Unopened mystery box (1:08:16), turns out to be more Lush products she can’t use.
FORGOTTEN BLOODWORK REQUISITIONS (1:10:41) :: scrunchy reading face :: “Hepatitis C? Uh oh, I didn’t see this one…” She had gotten recommendations for various STI blood panels, but she apparently missed a full page. She did know about the HIV/syphylis one though guize (though she doesn’t find these in her trash hoard until time 1:31:30). Puts it in her purse so she can get it taken care of that week Relevant to the recent discussion of the potential Hep B diagnosis (Just from her old school vaccines guize.)
A mid-sized sailboat sail? (time 1:18:05) No, sorry, my mistake. Her super-comfy, supportive Amazon undies.

At this stage she finds a broom to rake out the area under her desk. Why yes, that is a half-empty bottle of ketchup and random papers next to the power strip and lights (remember folks, the fire alarm in the Luxury Villa was not working at the time).

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I will not itemize all that detritus, however, like the drawer KFC moment, there is one extraordinary event that requires its due attention: After sweeping out the mess, she finds a loose pill on the floor, in the trail of debris left by the broom. “Yes! I have one more happy pill left!” (time 1:32:20) And without a moment’s hesitation she pops it into her mouth.

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Down the hatch!

From this point, I will not document any more of her filthy treasure hunting, but she does pile more junk from the floor back on her “cleaned” desk. I will however mention one potentially important admission from Chins. Between 1:43:00 and 1:50:00 she talks about resurrecting her OnlyFans account. Specifically at 1:45:48 she admits that the sex tapes Nadar took were consensual. Not only that, she found it “hot”.

But getting back to what you all came to learn, and what started this whole debacle for me: At 14:24, Chantal finds the remaining doses of her prescription antibiotics (azithromycin) and claims she no longer needs them. Presumably this is because she thinks she is feeling better, which I guess explains why she never opened the cough medicine she found. Monty reacts to her throwing away her antibiotics and several of his viewers comment that she needs to take the full course of the medication. These comments prompt Monty to talk about how this is how you get antibiotic-resistant SuperGonorrhea. At 40 minutes, a comment comes in asking if it was possibly an old prescription of antibiotics that she threw away. Regardless of which round of medication it was and for what infection it was intended, we know she does not finish her courses of antibiotics and is a breeding ground for all kinds of resistant strains of bacteria.

Yes, I know this happened right at the beginning of her video, but this was only one of the three videos I had to watch to find it. Suffering loves company, so I decided you needed to wade through this shit with me.

In conclusion, here are the two most disturbing images from her stream the following night: Cooking Dinner healthy So Dont Ask For Lokma Lol 2021-10-18

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Reminder from earlier, she didn’t have any clean underwear left!
 
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Right? And wasn't he going to the clinic every day to get his methadone, as described by the alleged rape victim Mae? She described him as downing a liquid from a prescription bottle shortly before he did the deed. He wanted to get off before he got off! He's just a run of the mill junkie who has hit paydirt with Chantal as his benefactor/sugarmomma slampig. Entire thing is scurrilous and revolting and I can not turn away.......
I dont think that is methadone, you gotta take that stuff in front of the pharmacist if you're using it for opiate detox/opiate addiction. That was GBH which comes in little bottles or vials.
 
what a considerate VIB
I don't claim to know what the situation is in Canada, but know that here in Australia you need a cancer treatment centre referral or similar specialist referral depending on individual circumstances, to access wigs made from donated hair. I doubt Canada is going to hand over a wig meant for a chemotherapy patient to the Gunt just because she wants one. There will be some level of safeguard built into to the sale and distribution stream for those wigs. No real need for the outrage given she won't even front up for a scalp examination let alone a specialist appointment to get the required proof she'd need to access a charitable wig.
 
I don't claim to know what the situation is in Canada, but know that here in Australia you need a cancer treatment centre referral or similar specialist referral depending on individual circumstances, to access wigs made from donated hair. I doubt Canada is going to hand over a wig meant for a chemotherapy patient to the Gunt just because she wants one. There will be some level of safeguard built into to the sale and distribution stream for those wigs. No real need for the outrage given she won't even front up for a scalp examination let alone a specialist appointment to get the required proof she'd need to access a charitable wig.
I believe, for cancer/chemotherapy patients, they can attempt to consult with their doctors and get a prescription for a wig so that it can be covered by Canadian healthcare. But I don't know how successful that is because you'd need to convince your doctor that you need a wig for medical reasons. It's the same in Canada as it is in Australia; the donated wigs are reserved for cancer and chemotherapy patients, but I'm not sure how they'd verify it without accessing medical documentation from the patient or assuming they have/had cancer because of their obvious hair loss?

And lmfao, I'd love to see a doctor's reaction to Chantal's attempt to get a prescription wig instead of getting a gastric bypass. Gotta love her priorities
 
I dont think that is methadone, you gotta take that stuff in front of the pharmacist if you're using it for opiate detox/opiate addiction. That was GBH which comes in little bottles or vials.
No, you take methadone in front of nurses at a clinic... that's if you're brand new to the MAT program. Methadone patients build a rapport in their program. You get "take homes" depending on how long you've attended, if you've passed your urine screens, etc., You can get a week's worth of bottles, 2 weeks, a month... and keep 'em in a lock box. (Usually a bright pink/dark red liquid, but I've heard of other colors)
 
And lmfao, I'd love to see a doctor's reaction to Chantal's attempt to get a prescription wig instead of getting a gastric bypass. Gotta love her priorities
In the time I've been watching her, Chantal has already been discharged from the bariatric clinic for non-compliance after opting to follow the "Medical Medium" diet plan rather than the clinics plan, has been prescribed vyvanse for weightloss but took a months worth in ten days and then complained it made her hyper so wouldn't take it anymore, been prescribed Ozempic and failed to take/use it correctly so was refused further prescriptions for that despite allegedly dropping 70lbs by combining it with cocaine, and been referred again to the bariatric (WLS) clinic and discharged before even getting an initial appointment due to her admitted drug use and documented psychological issues. I'm sure her doctor would not be in the least surprised by Chantal's gall asking for a prescription for a publically funded wig usually allocated to cancer patients.
 
I dont think that is methadone, you gotta take that stuff in front of the pharmacist if you're using it for opiate detox/opiate addiction. That was GBH which comes in little bottles or vials.

Most methadone clinics do require you dose in front of them for a probationary period.

But if you prove that you can come in daily for a long period of time reliably, most clinics will eventually allow you to take home your doses (usually a week's supply) so you don't have to interrupt a work/school/homemaking schedule every damn day by flying down to the clinic at O'Dark Thirty just so you can function daily (which much get old, fast.)

Mayhaps (IF! Nads is on methadone maintenance) he's is at that stage he's got a weekly take-home Rx...BUT! Who knows. Orbiter BPD Nurse Mae is the very definition of an unreliable narrator.

However, if so, and he cycles by taking more methadone than his Rx daily dose...so he's flying in the kitchen for a few days...then runs out early and gets dopesick...again, who knows?

Would be a puzzle-piece that could explain his cyclical "illnesses," plus his dependence on Chinny (and methadone)...AND! explain her weird af hangouts at a fucking outhouse while she tells her chat she's "waiting for a call from" her "doctor."

Great place to score dope as it's not where nosy citizens would loiter, and provides a cozy private privy where you can make an exchange.

AND! This imagined scenario would create Nads' dependence on both the dope and Chins, which she'd probably think was a real "romantic" gotcha.

Hope this isn't what's happening...because that would make watching this all the more like being observers to a descent from lulz-watching a simple moronic mukbanging lolcow metamorph into her plunging ever downward toward an irredeemable inferno via Nader's nadir and monitoring what is Chantal's downhill speedrun into joining up with the IP2 crew.

Then again...whatever. Could have been GHB or poppers to give Nads' nads boost and a goose...if it happened at all.

It's like the last line in the movie Chinatown: "Forget it, Jake. It's ChinnyTown."



ETA: Welp, ninja'd by @TeracottaPah.
 
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Negresses at the very least take care of their weaves and wigs. Chantal couldn't even handle her shitty toupee for even a few days. Chantal has even less personal responsibility and basic accessory hygiene than even the ratchetest of skank nigger hoes.
Please remove this from the thread, it's vile, offensive, irrelevant and idiotic.
 
Please remove this from the thread, it's vile, offensive, irrelevant and idiotic.
Nigger

ETA 1/15/22 - Daddy Null shouted out the dogpile that I, using only the most Victorian of linguistics, took part in. I want everyone to know I take all the same cheap thrills and undeserved gratification from this indirect mention that Chantal does from her weekly gravy enema. I'm on top of the world.
 
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