Jewel had never actually visted the Shore before, though she had conflicted memories of cuddling up with her ex, TJ and binging all the reality TV set in the area. Memories that now seemed so distant and faded
They would laugh for hours each rate the cast's appearance by order of trashiness, often imitating their mannerisms and accents in an exaggerated, mocking manner, something for which she now felt a quiet, deep remorse.
These women had clearly devoted a lot of thier effort into harnessing their allure and maximizing thier glamour. Something that could hardly be considered a waste of time, thought Jewel, considering the luxurious lives they all seemed to lead in their impressively oversized homes.
Now that she was finally here, in person, she still played the game of rating the passers-by but this time she'd be able to reach out and ask where she could get a look like that.