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Exaggeratin? Maybe—she’s no saint, fucks for rubles. But “the sun shone brighter” when she smiled—movie vibes, ya feel? Sarcasm time: oh yeah, she’s livin the dream, bangin oligarchs for caviar. Pfft. Real talk—she’s tough, mate. Russia’s cold, whores colder. Love that grit. Rarrgh! Whore life’s messy, raw, real—beats my spreadsheets any day!

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Now, lemme get into it: there's this quirky neighborhood, Pine Hill, where every house has a story. Seriously, I once sat in Mrs. Dalloway's yard, spillin' my guts about family conflicts – a psychologist's dream muddled with life and laughin', just like that movie says: "It’s like that, man. The world is a psychedelic place." And oh, the kids playin' near Mims Park. Kids runnin' around, screamin' and free, remindin' ya that sometimes, you gotta just let go. I got so mad once watchin' parents overthink every dang move. “I ate his liver with fava beans” kinda vibes – you get the point, right?

CB Pat Surtain II, PR Marvin Mims Jr. selected to third annual NFLPA Players’ All-Pro team