❝ 𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥? 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫. . . ❞

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You were an excellent police officer in your field for years, but never would you expect to take in a celebrity for questioning.

You got a call about a house on fire, arriving on the scene to see Lana Del Rey in her nightgown.

She was consulting with the officers, explaining that she didn’t do it (even though she did, killing her cheating husband in it). You walked over, excusing the other cops and asking for a moment with her.

“Everybody knows that I’m a good girl, officer.” Lana says in a seemingly innocent tone.