Jesus, do you still seriously believe what the collingwood media manager said?
He 'managed' it all quite well really but those with half a brain can join the dots. Swannys out hangin with his crim bud talking crime money tattoos testicles and transvestites having himself a tops evening. All is going great, so great Mitchell wants a photo and gets one with his chum before returning to talk crime, when they can hang with gazza Ablett senior, how cool Ricky Nixon is and 16 year old girls for the rest of the eve. Swanny gets home, stashes the free cocaine he received for connecting the underworld crim with dodgy sports scientists, dodgy Victorian cops and an illegal sports gambling syndicate, before flipping his laptop on to see the pics on social media...
after doing some of these ones

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lil swanny gets to doing some of these
And then he dials his collingwood media manager aka the guy they've nicknamed 'sweep sweep'
" fuck ... Fuck fuck fuck...fuuuuuck, there's a pic with me and my mate Mitchell on social media. I'm fukkin done for, they'll investigate and lock me up. Fukk fuuck fuuck ... Fuck fuck fuck duck I mean fuck...fukk man what am I gunna do??? :-+ :-+
And media manager goes "snap the fukk out of it swanny. Listen, we'll whip up a press release, like we've done before and smooth it all out like ok? Soo this is how it went down. You were out enjoying a peaceful dinner discussing mozharts symphony, the Age of Enlightenment and it's impacts on modern society along with late modern European art when this thug Mitchell came up behind you and was like gimme a photo or else. To which you obliged...your hands were tied right? "
Swanny then goes "yeeeahh. Umm

> but won't people think wait a minute, I've been hanging with other underworld crims too?"
The media manager then swiftly slaps swanny with an open palm across the head four times "what are you a fukkin idiot?! The fans and AFL think tank are dumber than the dumbest chimps on. The planet! They'll fall hook line and sinker and say stuff like 'what was he meant to do say fuck off?' Just leave it to me swanny. You just relax. Smoke some of that weed you got and enjoy a few xanex or whatever you do. I got this alright?"
Swanny then weeps, sobs and whelps into his phone "I love you man. I really do. The cheque will be in the mail k"
Get a grip pies, it's clear Swannys up to no good.