If I had to guess, I'd say she's on her way to a yacht owned by the Mother Superior of an incredibly old Italian convent, who also happens to be the nation's leading authority on granny panties. But it's as likely she's being thrown in a dank underground brig for crimes against fabric. I'm pretty sure we would've had to watch a telethon about that, though.
It may seem unfair to pit poor little semi-anonymous Melody Thornton of the Pussycat Dolls against a musical force of nature like Madonna, but they have more in common than you might think:
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