Yeh. Me and Marky Mark are like *this*, son. (crosses fingers).
There's not much I couldn't tell you about Mark Wahlberg. I've examined the individual fibers of the man's essence. His gestalt, if you will. We've shared are hopes, our dreams, our fears.
I don't *think* I know the real Mark Wahlberg. I fawking *know* I know the real Mark Wahlberg, dog. Real talk.
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