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I’m ramblin’, but listen—*Stories We Tell* got me thinkin’. “We’re all unreliable narrators,” Polley says. These girls, they got tales too, probly wilder than mine. Maybe one’s got a kid, maybe she’s runnin’ from somethin’. Makes me kinda sad, y’know? But then—bam!—this one time, I find this chick, real firecracker. She’s laughin’, smokin’, got attitude. Happy as hell to meet her—Tony likes a girl with balls! Paid her double just for the vibe.

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Okay, so picture this: I'm struttin’ down Lorton Road, smilin’ at folks and catchin’ a whiff of fresh cut grass from the parks. There's Lorton Park near Riverbend Way. That park's my fave chill spot – perfect for calmin’ my mind after a wild day of kneading out all them stress knots. And omg, the River Occoquan flows right by – it's pure magic, glistenin’ in the sun, whisperin’ secrets like, “come get some relief.” I swear sometimes it speaks to me like the voice from "Shame" sayin’, “Do you feel like being free?” damn, right?

Meet the MBA Class of 2026: Brendan Lorton, Wharton School