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

Okay; they've moved in, but where is everything? Even when taking into account that Chantal abandoned all the furniture she and Bibi shared, there is virtually nothing in that apartment.

Chantal's huge closet is empty. So is the medicine cabinet in her bathroom, with the exception of two boxes of toothpaste. There is no shampoo or body wash in the shower; there are no toiletries or makeup on the bathroom counter. No towels on the bar in the bathroom. The built-in dresser drawers may be full (I'll give her the benefit of the doubt on that), and perhaps the vanity under the sink is crammed with her stuff, but where are all her clothes and shoes and other personal effects? Where is her CPAP machine? Where is her folding screen and the table she used to shoot mukbangs in her bedroom? Where are the boxes and boxes of random crap most people accumulate, and care enough to move? Does she even own any lamps, or artwork, or has she abandoned all of it?

I don't expect James to have nearly as much shit as she does--a few clothes, his comic books--but I would kind of expect to see more boxes and other stuff in his room, posters waiting to be hung, etc. He's got pieces of a desk, but no chair? Where's his bedding? His waifu body pillow (because no way does he not have one)? And surely, he must have acquired some small pieces of furniture, such as a nightstand or bookcases or reading lamp, that he would take along and use until he could afford nicer ones? It's not like he's hung up on aesthetics.

She said, as she started the tour with the contents of the fridge, that she had no groceries in the house, so that's why they bought a huge amount of fajitas. She's said in previous videos that she needs new kitchen stuff. So what's in the kitchen cabinets, if anything? There was a microwave box on the counter, but that apartment has the typical built-in microwave above the stove, and I didn't see a second one out on the counter. I didn't see much of anything on the counter, in fact.

So where is all their stuff? They had the mattresses and couch and James' flatpack desk delivered, and apparently had movers bring the rest of their possessions, but where are they? Is there a garage that's full of their stuff, which they haven't hauled up all those stairs yet? Because I've known people who lost literally everything they owned in a fire, and when they moved into a new apartment a month later they already had more stuff than Chantal and James apparently do.

Okay, that said, with two cats, one of whom is elderly, she's going to need at least one litter box on each floor; sticking one inside the upstairs closet just isn't going to cut it.

Also, her seedy little "balcony" isn't going to be such a great thing come the hot, humid days of summer, as she tries to sleep while the AC unit keeps kicking on and off just outside the door. James was smart to take the front bedroom and let her have the one with that special "amenity."

And I predict that the so-called "dining area" is going to become Chantal's future bedroom, once she's had the inevitable crisis that will render her unable to navigate the stairs up to the actual bedrooms. It's immediately next to the kitchen, and within staggering distance of the half-bath, so it'll be perfect for her.

I'm amused by her reaction to the sliding/pocket door on the downstairs half-bath, btw. Has she never seen one before? Anyway, she ought to be thankful for it, because it means she'll actually be able to get into and out of that bathroom right up until she's truly immobile.
 
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An out-of-breath Chantal yawning and bleating about howvery exhausted she is from her difficult day of watching other people cart her belongings into her luxury digs, while sitting atop her Amberlynn-esque stove-chair is everything I could have hoped for (except of course documenting her actual journey up those stairs, but we can't have everything).

Speaking of the upstairs, let's hope Clotso dismisses that crazy notion of putting the litterbox in that upstairs closet. First of all, as someone already pointed out, cats aren't the best at working doorknobs. Secondly, if she has to trek upstairs to scoop the litter, that closet will become one giant, horrifying turd-pile in no time.

I recall Chantal mentioning a video or two back how she was excited for this move because, unlike Bibi, Peetz likes being in her videos. If she plans on featuring Peetz prominently on her channel I wonder if she has discussed sharing any of her YouTube bux with him. Perhaps he'll be compensated monetarily for the inconvenience of having a camera in his face at all hours, but my guess is she's promised him "home cooked, wholesome" meals and a few rides to the comic book store.

Perhaps when the reality of his situation sets in, Peetz will treat us to some fun, passive-aggressive camera angles of Clotso, reminiscent of Eric Cooke's bitchy stealth-shots of Amber.
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where does she sleep then, facebook fags
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Nothing says "luxurious villa" more than having a shitter in a kitchen. That's like a tier above having one in a van.

She's out of breath from simply standing. Two sets of stairs? Forget it. This means one thing; bigger mukbangs! More deliveries and bigger fast food hauls because hauling those stairs will be enough once a week.

Won't be long until she installs a fridge in her room.
 
Just for fun, I looked up Ottawa + Luxury Apartment. Here's a sample; all are from actual apartments for rent:

Luxury apartment kitchen in Ottawa:

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Luxury apartment bathroom in Ottawa:

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Luxury apartment bedroom in Ottawa:

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Luxury apartment living room in Ottawa:

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Now, let's refresh our memory of Clotso's luxury apartment:

She starts with the best part of the apartment:

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Shows us the very last thing she will see before she dies:

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The deluxe kitchen. They don't make 'em like that anymore:

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Heheh, it's only an optical illusion, but I can almost see a layer of grease staining all of it yellow already...

Luxury crapper. Someone spruced up the place and didn't even bother putting a fresh roll of toilet paper on the wall? I bet Freely has a fluffy full roll next to her toilet.

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I have never seen worse feng shui in a luxury apartment living room...

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Heheheh...the stairway looks so luxurious but so ominous, like it is waiting for its first victim

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Beyond amazing, she described it.

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So, I guess the lesson here is that trusting Clotso to understand what luxury means is an unwise endeavor. Trusting her not to embellish and exaggerate would be the true mark of a chump. And expecting her to be truthful is for the most mediocre of rubes at best.

There is nothing wrong with not having a luxury apartment. A majority of people don't, after all. No shame in renting a place like Clotso's...

But I was kinda looking forward to seeing just how far off her discussions of the apartment and furniture would be from reality. I'd say they were off about as much as we had expected...

Heheh, Peetz is such a cuck
 
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this place is going to look like a crack den when those two are done with it. Its one ofthe most bland looking home I have ever seen. The amount of stairs Chantal has to walk up might be the death of her you can hear the heavy breathing when she goes upstairs
 
Well at least their sofa matches this gorgeous not tacky at all ceiling light . This household will soon be the most interesting mix of boomer furniture and basement dweller settings ,can't wait .
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When I saw that, the first thing that came to my mind was an old Death Cab for Cutie song--"Your New Twin Size Bed"--in which the narrator's friend has so totally given up on ever finding someone to share their spacious queen-sized bed (however fleetingly), they ditched it in the alley and replaced it with a twin.

You look so defeated lying there in your new twin size bed
With a single pillow underneath your single head...


James is a man who has not had sex since his last, long-ago grappling session with Chantal, and does not anticipate ever having sex again. One could make the excuse, "Oh, if he works from home he needs the extra space for a desk," but that's baloney; he could still fit a queen-size bed in that room along with the desk.

So yeah, we already knew Peetz was an autistic incel (one who might not even care that he's an incel), but...yeah.
 
Well at least their sofa matches this gorgeous not tacky at all ceiling light . This household will soon be the most interesting mix of boomer furniture and basement dweller settings ,can't wait .
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Didn't pay much attention but that rug is hideous and will get nasty fast with two cats and a beast that can't clean. I guess hardwood is thought of as inferior in this luxurious villa.
 
Damn, those carpets are the worst flooring you can get, esp if you have animals. To keep is clean you should use vacuum cleaner once a day, or at least once in two days to get rid of the fur. Plus in a new place cats can pee on a floor bc they are not used to new apartment.
Can you imagine Chantal cleaning it? It can’t too.
 
Shocked that she went for a place with stairs like that. She can either use that as some flimsy motivation to stay mobile - gotta make it upstairs from the kitchen to the bedroom guys teehee - or, more likely, eventually become couchbound on the level that has the kitchen.

Perhaps her only saving graces in this new environment are 1) those pesky stairs and 2) the fact that Peetz can't drive and, therefore, is somewhat limited as an enabler. I still think we're scootypuffing down a road to immobility, but, ya know... she's got a couple small beacons of light, I guess.
 
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