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TBH even after watching a video on Kylie’s app entitled, “What It’s Like to Be My Assistant,” we’re really not sure what exactly what Victoria does for Kylie, but we do know she has a website that’s mostly arty pictures of Victoria and her friends in underwear, with a few pictures from the Yeezy MSG show thrown in to mix things up.
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No shade, her photographs are very thot-positive chic and we’re kind of obsessed, it’s just not what you’d except to see on a famous person’s personal assistant’s website, mostly because it has almost nothing to do with being Kylie’s personal assistant.
Must be nice to have Kylie bankroll your artistic dreams.
Goals.
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