One episode went into two, or into three, I can’t actually keep count but baybee, the women of that real estate show on Netflix, I can’t! Y’all are too motherfucking grown, too damn old for the weird back and forth that y’all are partaking in. Legit, y’all gossip about EACH OTHER, but nobody stands on business. NOBODY! Get into the confessional, and make statements, or ask questions that you should’ve asked to whomever was in front of you, feeding you the information. Is looking insane the price of being on a reality show? Cuz y’all all look a damn fool. Annoying the hell out of me, cuz y’all say one thing to your friend, then when confronted say something else, then when in the confessional, something new comes out. I can’t keep up with y’all shit, and I’m taking notes.
I’m sure y’all can sense my frustrations with these beginning episodes, so why keep watching? Well I absolutely love the houses! There is something so calming about seeing beautifully constructed homes, and I love how the houses are staged. I would love to be a real estate agent but only to be able to tour houses, I wouldn’t sell not one. But is that really the point?
Jonez.
Also, Amanza needs to chill all the way out. Cuz babes, you are looking like the cornball in all of this. Your behavior at the dinner was a hot mess. Hot. Chrisell be coming out on top cuz she’s willing to walk away cuz you can’t tell who the clown is, when everyone is attending the circus, or however that saying goes.
Jonez, Where We Going? 