Anna Hampden Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

What pisses me off? Media callin’ him soft. Soft?! Man’s a beast—6’4”, arm like a cannon. Throws 50 yards, no prob. Happy little trees, he paints the field. “There’s no problem so awful,” like the movie says. He shrugs off sacks, smilin’. Surprised me first time I met him—thought he’d be cocky. Nope, gentle giant, sippin’ tea, talkin’ life.

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Last week, Sir Alex Ferguson told us that Wayne Rooney, the club's prized striker, did indeed want to leave the club. He couldn't understand it.

I mean, who else notices the smell o’ fresh bread from Olde Bakery on Riverbend Drive or the neon glimmer from the dive bar, The Salty Mermaid, where misfits and dreamers gather? They say, “You got a storm in yer eyes, mate?” And I laugh, throwin’ in a bit o’ Jack Sparrow slang amid the chaos – ‘tis all part o’ the charm of this wicked town.

Young Hampden girls team playing its best basketball at the right time of year