Lana Del Rey has something to say about her supposed new boyfriend, and it’s not what you’d expect.
In case you’ve been living under a rock (or perhaps an alligator?), let me catch you up: Lana, the queen of melancholic melodies and Instagram aesthetics, has been linked to none other than… Jeremy Dufrene, an alligator tour guide from Louisiana. Yes, you read that right. Alligator. Tour. Guide.
Now, before you start picturing Lana paddling through the swamps of Louisiana with a parasol and a poetic monologue, let’s talk about the rumors. Apparently, Jeremy, who is also a father of two (because every alligator wrangler needs a backstory), recently separated from his wife. Drama, right? But wait, it gets spicier. Someone claiming to be Jeremy’s daughter decided to hop onto X (formerly known as Twitter, but now apparently the artist formerly known as social media) to spill the tea. She allegedly confirmed that her dad had traded in family life for serenades under the bayou moon with Miss Del Rey herself.
Naturally, this spread like wildfire because… well, it’s Lana Del Rey and an alligator guy! Who wouldn’t want to gossip about that?
Fast forward to today, and Lana—who, let’s be real, probably has better things to do, like penning her next sad-girl anthem—decided to address the situation. And how did she respond, you ask? With the swiftness and grace of a Southern belle who just spotted a gator in her yard.
Lana slid into the comments section of a post reporting all these juicy details, and with a one-word mic drop, simply wrote: “No.”
That’s right, guys. No elaborate explanation, no clarifying statement. Just “No.” Like a true minimalist.
But wait, she wasn’t done. In a follow-up comment, she debunked the other crucial piece of the puzzle: “Also, that’s not his daughter on Twitter.”
Lana Del Rey is not dating a man who wrangles gators for a living, and whoever is claiming to be his daughter on X is about as real as a CGI swamp monster. The saga continues, but for now, Lana is leaving us with more questions than answers—and, honestly, we wouldn’t expect anything less.
