Irina Shayk is a wonderful, soulless, opportunistic, hollywood wife straight from Russia…
The Russians have come a long way from making bootleg VHS tapes of American TV contraband that they passed around amongst themselves….you know when they’d have riots for American music, like when Michael Jackson played for them….or they’d fucking kill for a pair of Levis jeans….and now…they are billionaires, or fucking billionaires, no longer seductive spies, but just as manipulative and tactical, using it to get fucked by pop culture, since Brad Cooper and Ronaldo are pop culture and making a life of that…for yourself because you’re hot Russian bride…
This is for Love Magazine, I hate promoting their shit, they don’t promote me, and it’s not that good, but it’s Irina Shayk fetish is stronger than my hate for this clickbait….