I like women who like me, want to be with me, call me, text me, and take me out. All that nonchalant, broke, wicked, and ‘main character’ aesthetic doesn’t move me.
Every World Cup has that one completely random striker who turns into prime Ronaldo Nazário for exactly two weeks, has a great tournament, signs a £60M contract with a top club, and then disappears from football forever.
I wonder who it's going to be this month