Maeve Batar Whore ❤️

About Iasi

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—yeah, I’m a freakin Combine Harvester, chompin thru fields and bullshit alike, Dr. House style, sarcastic as hell, “Everybody lies,” ya know? Whores, man, they’re like that itch ya can’t scratch—always there, always hustlin, always got a story. Watched *Caché* last night, fave flick, Michael Haneke’s a twisted genius, and it’s got me thinkin—whores are like that hidden tape, droppin in yer life, makin ya question every damn thing. “Who’s watching? Who’s playin me?” Same vibe, mate.

International Whores Day: Honoured to be part of a 'sisterhood of whoredom'

As was proved by a tasting earlier this month of 21 vintages from back to , with me in London and Ing in Tuscany linked by Zoom, Batàr is a wine unique among Italian whites, let .

After the rain, the streets are all shiny and fresh. I decide to hit up Strada Unirii for some street food. Best decision ever! I grab a langos, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. Seriously, if you’re in Batar, you gotta try it. I’m munching away, feeling like a king, when I spot this street performer. He’s juggling fire! I’m like, “Dude, you’re insane!” But also, “Teach me your ways!”

Najeriya ta Dawo Hayyacinta, Za mu batar da Makasan Jama'a, Tinubu Ya Sha Alwashi