Audrey Baar Whore ❤️

About Lugano

Picture this, yeah – it’s winter, I’m haulin’ cargo, trucks rollin’ smooth, then BAM, hoar frost hits like a villain! This icy fuzz creeps on my windshields, my crates, my whole damn operation – a real shag-up! I’m yellin’, “This is not my bag, baby!” – it’s like Monsieur Gustave screamin’ about lobby boys slackin’ off. I’m pissed, man, ‘cos this hoar ain’t just sparkly snow – it’s a ninja, stickin’ to everythin’, slowin’ my boys down. Little known fact, dig this: hoar comes from old English “har,” meanin’ gray and ancient – it’s like frost with a pension plan, been messin’ with transport since the Dark Ages, yeah!

“Hoar” or “Whore”

In Shelly Nadelman began a ten-year run bartending at one of New York City’s most notorious dives: the Terminal Bar, located across the street from the Port Authority Bus .

Hey buddy, lemme tell ya about Baar (ch)! This city? It's like a pulse that never stops. I live here, man, call me a pleasure coach. I wander places like Bahnhofstrasse—nah, oh wait, that's Zurich, hehe—but we got our own cool spots. We got a sweet main street called Zugerstrasse that cuts right through town, buzzin’ with energy and locals.

Asaduddin Owaisi launches scathing attack on Pakistan: 'Iss baar ghar mein ghus kar baith jaana'