Dirty Bitches...: Leah Winters- Aria Carson - Super

By noon, the set had devolved. Garbage the chihuahua had bitten a sound guy. Aria had locked herself in the primary suite’s bathroom to take a “business call” that involved crying over an ex who’d just gone public with a Victoria’s Secret model. Leah, sensing the mood, pivoted. She grabbed a microphone and began interviewing the pool cleaner about his “thoughts on parasocial relationships.” The crew was in stitches.

“He’s not feeling the $3,000 collar?” Aria deadpanned, not looking up from her mirror. “Relatable.” Leah Winters- Aria Carson - Super Dirty Bitches...

“Probably,” Leah admitted. “But it’d be a clean kind of bored.” By noon, the set had devolved

“He’s not feeling the vibe,” Leah announced, holding the trembling dog like a slippery football. sensing the mood

“Same time tomorrow?” Aria asked, lighting a cigarette.