I would have loved to have seen Lana Del Rey’s original outfit.

You know, the one she had on BEFORE she dragged a cater waiter underneath the table, made passionate love to him on the carpet, then purloined his jacket and the tablecloth to try and hide the fact that her ruined dress lay in sex-damp tatters amid a pile of crab bites and crumbled organic free-range gluten-free yeast-free no-carb dinner rolls.

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