Her name is Ireland. It’s St Patrick’s Day. The tie in is obvious. It’s the only day of the year she’s barely relevant, despite how hard she tries, while watching her cousin who got into this rich kid famewhoring later than Ireland is actually booking jobs, since she’s not a 6 foot tall , identity crisis, broken and sad rich monster who does not like when I write about her, having blocked me on all social media and even having her dad go at me through his foundation once, but I still like to think we’re friends….but I guess her pictures still trickle out there for scum like me to stare at and sexualize, because she’s a feminist bi sexual who doesn’t want to be sexualized, that’s why she shoots in panties she jacks up her cunt.
Either way, you can take the fame away from her, you can take her dad away from her, you can never take away her being yelled at by him in that voicemail that went viral a decade ago during her parent’s divorce, or St Patrick’s Day…cuz her name is Ireland…right…