I never believe a word she says, so it’s especially painful to say that she
did seem to be coming down from a bump or two of coke (a bump = way smaller than a line).
She was pale and glassy-eyed, with that nervous energy on a frequency just off her usual manic. The jaw movement (jabberjaw) I only caught twice, but combine that with her racy voice and the Colombian head cold she put on full display (constantly sniffling and struggling with snot) and you have yourself a mild coke comedown. (I’m sure others have had the unfortunate experience of witnessing this).
But,
Chantal lies, so that’s where her story and reality part ways.
One of the few constants with coke/crack fiends is they do not waste their pricy, quickly-depleted stash - and they are paranoid as fuck. No way this man, high on China White, would glance over at the beachball body behemoth and think “5 lines of coke is the perfect amount to get her pliable”.
That much coke would’ve had Chantal at
Jessie Spano caffeine pill breakdown-levels of high (and then in the ER with a clot or mental break.)
Already paranoid, he’d want to avoid exposing himself to a medical emergency or a potential freakout.
I think it’s much more likely that this assuredly ugly, domineering crackhead wanted to loosen her inhibitions so he could nut inside her, batter her breasts, whatever - without giving her a coronary or wasting his beloved powder.
At $200 for 3.5g, she’s not worth more than a tiny bump. She was paranoid about shitting and possibly took Imodium, or the coke - cut with laxatives, detergent, boric acid, etc. - was in such a small dose that it didn’t churn her bowels.
Coke dick is a
real thing, lost erections or the inability to get one at all...and she is a repulsive hambeast with yeast/shit encrusted folds. Of course they “went 7 times!!!1” he had to stop and get himself hard again (and again, and again, etc). I don’t even believe he finished, because I’m certain she’d have regaled us with how creamy it was.
