
So, Gaga IS still wearing treacherous platform hooves and pleather. The world shall continue turning apace.

I mean. This is classic Gaga, strutting about New York looking for all the world like she murdered the cruel, chauvinistic investor in her fancy period brothel, and is going to drop a rude note into his coffin at the funeral.

But, of course, eventually she has to go on the lam.

And after being in hiding for a while, she'd emerge in the image of a Sim she once made while she was on self-imposed house arrest.

And then I guess this is when she... shows up to testify that it was self-defense, and wins her murder trial. SURE! I'm in.
