I guess having sex with Adam Levine, who you may know as the worst fucking thing to ever happen in entertainment, music, TV, life….makes you the fucking worst….because you’re encourage that dancing monkey and making him think he’s as important and good looking as his mom always made him feel…and thus the woman behind the man I hate…makes you the woman I hate…and dead to me..
Doesn’t make you dead to the rest of the world, and brands like Victoria’s Secret and whatever this is, will exploit you because of your celebrity connection and eager model willing to get naked because you’re clearly a half retard immigrant that is easily impressed….even if I think they should pretend you don’t exist…