>>17050873>We pull up on a patch of waste ground beside Tate’s home in the Pipera district of Bucharest, a mix of aspirational new villas and ugly post-communist blocks. Stray dogs bark in the distance. The gate is suitably masculine: heavy, black and sliding. The door into the compound looks like it might be bomb proof. Tate’s not there of course, but two of his heavies dressed in black suits patrol a modest pool, where I’ve seen Tate posing shirtless in online images.>Go around the side and you realise Tate’s home is less Hollywood hideaway and more like a rundown meat factory. Faux brickwork, dripping gutters, dark windows. There’s a pile of rubble where you’d expect the garden to be, and a broken Ikea lamp. Given the billionaire hype, and his regular postings about his private jets, ocean-going yachts, and his fleet of supercars, Tate’s residence is somewhat underwhelming.>There are plenty of exclusive neighbourhoods in Bucharest, crammed with beautiful villas. They’re equipped with tennis courts and pool houses and staff quarters, and they cost millions. If Tate really has the wealth he says he does, why doesn’t he live in Primaverii (Ceaușescu’s former neighbourhood), Kiselev, or Dorobanti? His followers say he needs to be “in hiding” in his weird lair to keep a low profile. But there are plenty of mafiosi in Bucharest who live in smart neighbourhoods and keep a low profile by not blurting out their every move on the internet or acting like “gangsters”.HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAH
