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Oh, and once—heard this wild story! Some chick got hired for a oligarch’s yacht party. Flew her to Sochi, paid her in diamonds! Can ya believe it? “Spring break forever, bitches!”—fits perfect, huh? Livin’ large, then back to nothin’. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but that’s Russia—crazy shit happens! Hmm… gets me laughin’, tho—imagine her braggin’, “I’m a friggin’ diamond queen!” Then cryin’ alone later.

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