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Meghan Markle is beautiful.

She is also boring, vapid and entitled.

The same could be said of her new Netflix series, “With Love, Meghan,” which has all the zip and excitement of “Delicious Dish” — the old “Saturday Night Live” spoof of a monotone NPR show.

Put another way: It’s as flat and as basic as a Pinterest board from a decade ago.

For each episode, the wife of Prince Harry is joined in the kitchen and garden — not her own, but at a rented mansion in Montecito, California — by a different friend. She’s making candles, she’s making focaccia, she’s making lavender towels. She’s making me check my watch. When will this be over?

In her signature flat whisper, Markle speaks as if she’s reading from the embroidered tea towel selection at Home Goods.

She carpet bombs every segment with the j-word. If you played a drinking game and threw one back every time she said it, you’d be blacked out 10 minutes into the first episode.

Then again, that could make viewing this vanity project more palatable.

Markle clearly loves hosting and cooking but has no shtick, no charisma and no unique talent for this genre. She merely possesses a precarious deal with Netflix and a royal title — something viewers are reminded of at the end of every episode, as “Executive Producer, Meghan, Duchess of Sussex” flashes across the screen.

But hey, after you’ve already solved racism in the royal family, what else is there to do but make a balloon arch and some Caprese bites that look like lady bugs?

The show is essentially a vehicle to sell crepe mix and flower sprinkles from her new lifestyle brand, As Ever, and drop little trivial bits about herself into the ether.

In one episode, our hostess welcomes Argentinian socialite Delfina Blaquier for a hike and recounts an internship she had in Blaquier’s home country, which reminded her of California and offered “the joy of life and the joy of being outside.”

She also reveals that she was once a Girl Scout and sold a lot of cookies, as a girlhood photo of her flashes across the screen. That’s it. Nothing more to add to her scouting history. Just another bullet point to slap on the pile of evidence that she loves nature.

Then the pair has a dance party on the trail and goes home to relax with a lavender towel — whatever that is — and sun tea.