
Take your flabby-assed, reality show, model wannabe freaks and jettison them on the moon - Veronica is here!
She's done Sports illustrated four years in a row. She's bagged the cover. She's got degrees in psychology and education. And she speaks three languages. Take that Chantelle!
You see, once upon a time, VV – as we like (but not her bouncers) to call her – lived in New York, studying, and probably thinking in three languages.
Then, she figured out that there was a monetary value on her hot, Czech package, and it was considerable. Time to ditch the lecture notes for an endless parade of sexy lingerie. God bless her.
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Intelligent, beautiful – and did we mention she's cool too?
Asked where she'd be in 10 years, VV turned up the sass: "It's not going to be Hollywood for me, darling." Kazaam!
OK, so it doesn't take much to please us. And hawking Nivea and Pantene products isn't exactly rock-and-roll, but a supermodel's got to fill that money clip somehow, right?
On the private side Veronica steps out with someone called Petr Nedved, who's an honest Czech boy and is apparently a 'legend' in the world of ice hockey.
Perhaps VV will trade-up this summer for hatchet-faced, Czech footie cannon Pavel Nedved - if she digs sports with balls rather than pucks!Click here to visit Veronica Varekova