If you ask me? Eleven properties. At least. Maybe twelve. I’m including a hypothetical treehouse in Central Park. Don’t look at me like that—it’s possible.
But honestly, the number doesn’t matter. What matters is that she has enough houses to never need a hotel. Ever. She can tour the world and always have a bed that’s hers. That’s the dream, isn’t it?
So next time you’re scrolling Zillow, remember: Taylor Swift doesn’t scroll Zillow. Zillow scrolls her. And she probably owns the server it runs on. I wouldn’t be surprised.
Now, excuse me. I need to go paint a room in my one-bedroom apartment. In a color I’m calling “Taylor’s Inspiration.” It’s a very expensive beige. I can afford it. Barely.
