Guys, Erin sucks. She suuuuuccccckkkkkkkssssss. Every single thing she said, every single thing she did this whole episode sucked so hard that there isn’t any chrome left on any of the bumpers in the up-and-coming neighborhood of TriBeCa. She’s just the worst kind of person, a Regina George with a Goop subscription and the inalienable right to never think that any single thing she has done is not absolutely perfect and blessed by the wellness gods.
The first time we hear about Erin is at a casting that Jenna has for models
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