Open Post: Hosted By Rita Ora Dripping In Naranja Elegance
If Wilma Flinstone got addicted to crack, was dumped by Fred Flinstone and had to support her habit by selling ass near the quarry, this is the beautiful dress she’d wear during her day shift.
As Rob Kartrashian pissed off his family of fame whores by bumping his chichis against their enemy’s naked body, his ex Rita Whora displayed the picture perfect portrait of sophistication at the Atelier Versace show in Paris. I know that Donatella Versace regularly churns out ho shit couture that makes the hooker dresses on DiscountStripper.com look like they came from Princess Diana’s closet, but this is a whole new level of class.
That wreck of a dress probably costs more than Rita’s album sales combined, but it still looks like it was slapped together using fabric scraps from Jo-Ann’s and bloody tape worms that were dipped in glitter. With that being said, this is the best Rita Ora has ever looked and those exquisite shoes look like they were made with soggy wet Cheetos. Rita is risking getting her ankles gnawed off by Brit Brit Spears, but that’s a small price to pay to look this refined and demure.
