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

Her boobs again, different dress, and her wevibe. Boring and unattractive. Quelle surprise.

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Link to the vib in question. It's 149 USD
 
Nobody wants to see Chantal's flubbery, puckered floppers. We've seen it all...mostly. At least, we think we've seen it all.

What we need to see--yes, need--are the absolute depths and widths of hell, the crevasses of torment, the abysses of despair, the cursed gashes of eternal suffering. We know what I'm talking about. Chantal has taken herself lower than a coal miner, and there is absolutely no chance for redemption or comeback. Therefore, the last thing left that she needs to do for views and coin is to give us what we've all wondered about. What we'll peer through our fingers to witness, a vomit bucket and smelling salts at our sides. What will finally put to rest the nonstop questions floating around here of "how" and "what" and "where" and "why".

What I'm saying is: show us your holes, Chantal. Show us your holes and be done with it.
 
Her boobs again, different dress, and her wevibe. Boring and unattractive. Quelle surprise.

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Are these the $50 pictures?
 
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Courtesy of @Oh My Lard

Her boobs again, different dress, and her wevibe. Boring and unattractive. Quelle surprise.

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This are the pictures she is sending to fatfish the 22 years old.
Reality will runover them like a fat truck.
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Nobody wants to see Chantal's flubbery, puckered floppers. We've seen it all...mostly. At least, we think we've seen it all.

What we need to see--yes, need--are the absolute depths and widths of hell, the crevasses of torment, the abysses of despair, the cursed gashes of eternal suffering. We know what I'm talking about. Chantal has taken herself lower than a coal miner, and there is absolutely no chance for redemption or comeback. Therefore, the last thing left that she needs to do for views and coin is to give us what we've all wondered about. What we'll peer through our fingers to witness, a vomit bucket and smelling salts at our sides. What will finally put to rest the nonstop questions floating around here of "how" and "what" and "where" and "why".

What I'm saying is: show us your holes, Chantal. Show us your holes and be done with it.
Do you mean this?
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If she can’t reach herself to wipe, how is she going to hoist her gunt to reach her clit for one of those suction vibrators?
They’re $150 US on Amazon. Just more expensive crap she she won’t use.
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She’s live

MY KITCHEN NEEDS HELP
7/4/22
It's moments like this wherein I know I would kill myself if I were Chantal. What the absolute fuck is left for her? She's such a massive disgrace, such a bodily monstrosity, that her failures in life can be summed up in a suction vibrator purchase. Just the sadness and waste and purposelessness of her life distilled through the analysis of a single sex toy.

--Another expensive purchase she will never use. It will soon join the cannabutter machine and her food processor gathering dust, another chunk of money she essentially set on fire because she's a shop-sick consoomer.
--Another item purchased with a notion she will write it off since she will presumably use it on one of her channels, forgetting she would have to actually pay taxes for a write-off to be possible.
--Will be delivered in a cardboard carton that will soon join box mountain, one more piece of debris in her massive piles of crap and shit that fill her apartment.
--Was purchased without any real thought as to its usefulness because she has T-rex arms and will find using it alone onerous, if not impossible, and the sorts of men she attracts are not going to be interested in using it on her because they are not engaging in a fun, mutually-satisfying sexual encounter with her. They want to engage in a fetish/use a fat woman as a cum bucket and get on with their day.
--Was purchased with the intent to create an image of herself as a liberated, adventurous sexkitten to lure in OF coin and Nader's affections. The former have far better fat chicks to fap to and the latter could not give a shit unless he was able to film her using it in order to later threaten her with release of the video if she doesn't cough up money for Adonis trips, and even that leverage is increasingly not something he cares about because she is that fucking bat-shit crazy.
--Another item in her life that will become a biohazard in short order. She won't wash her body to even homeless standards. She wears filthy underwear and sleeps in her piss and vomit. If manages to attach it to her Lovecraftian nethers, presumably using some sort of grabber stick, the human race will face extinction should she decide to try to travel with the goddamn thing in her purse.
--And if the grabber works and she can use the vibrator, it will never produce any pleasure close to what she experiences when she rolls her eyes into the back of her head after a single bite of a disgusting Burger King Nashie.
--She should have chosen the stripper pole for her sex kitten larp. It would have been far more entertaining for her audience, but then again, making her audience happy has never been a goal for her. Even though using the vibrator will be just as physically taxing for her as leaning against a poorly installed metal rod, she doesn't realize this and if it was down to the pole versus the vibrator, she chose what she thinks is the easier option.

She is so fucking manic right now. She is just flinging everything she has at every target she can think of to try to solve her financial woes/lure Nader back/trick brown men into fucking her to lure Nader back/find a way to salve her wounded ego because she can't lure Nader back/prove she's really hot so take that DooDoo.
 
So who’s going to be courageous enough to unlock the gates of hell for measly $50 and generous enough to post it here? 🧐
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Just give us the pic! Listen, I stayed... at the Bixby House. I brushed my goddamn teeth right next to the tub where Sir David Smith drowned his whole family, and I stopped being afraid of vampires when I was 12. Do you know why I can stomach Gunt's filthy noodz? Because I know that ghoulies and ghosties and long-legged beasties... don't exist. And even if they did, there's no God to protect us from them, now is there?
 
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