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Their publicist, a man named Chad who had long since surrendered his soul to the algorithm, paced behind the camera crew. “Okay, ladies. The concept is debauched domesticity . We want spilled rosé on white carpets. We want a half-eaten birthday cake in a king-sized bed at 11 a.m. on a Tuesday. We want the life you’d live if you had zero impulse control and a billionaire’s credit card.”

“Same time tomorrow?” Aria asked, lighting a cigarette. Leah Winters- Aria Carson - Super Dirty Bitches...

“Probably,” Leah admitted. “But it’d be a clean kind of bored.” Their publicist, a man named Chad who had