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Moby took Del Rey to each and every one of them.
Sure, do you have a piano?
Yes, back on the second floor, I said.
Floors in an apartment.
She shook her head.
Moby you know youre the man.
Ha, thanks, I said.
No, not like that.
Youre a rich WASP from Connecticut and you live in a five-level penthouse.
As in, stick it toThe Man.
As in the person they guillotine in the revolution.
I didnt know if she was insulting me but I decided to take it as a compliment.
The night carried on and Del Rey did indeed end up playing for Moby on his second-floor piano.
Moby kissed her, but she curtailed the makeout session.
But I hear you do this with a lot of people.
But I said nothing.
Id like to see you again, she said.
I walked her downstairs to the twenty-ninth floor and kissed her good night at the bank of the elevators.
This wasnt how I imagined the night ending.
Id assumed that we would end up christening my new apartment with vodka and sex.
But to my surprise, this was almost nicer.
And now you know about the time Lana Del Rey curved Moby, and he loved it.
