Mila Bascov Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Iasi

Me fave bit? They’re crafty—sneaky as Churchill dodgin bombs. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I reckon they’d outwit half the bleedin Commons. Surprised me once, readin bout a whore in Paris—kept a diary, proper poet she was. “Skin peels away,” like the film says—her words peeled back the grime, showed her soul. Makes ya think, don’t it? We shall fight the dullness, mate, with tales of these wild ones! Whores ain’t just a quick shag—they’re history, livin loud, takin no shit. Cheers to em, the saucy minxes!

Transport public

Finally, it’s closing time. I’m exhausted, but I can’t help but smile. Bascov is crazy, but it’s my crazy. I love this place, even with all the madness. I step outside, and the air is fresh. I can see the mountains in the distance, and it’s beautiful.

‘The Assembled Parties,’ at the Samuel J. Friedman Theater