Brianna Ascona Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Lugano

Loved her hustle tho, made me happy seein’ her fight. Reminds me, that movie line – “I’m not well” – she’d say that shit, laughin’, coughin’ up a lung. Smoked like a chimney, swore it kept her warm. Surprised me how she’d still smile, y’know? Face like a roadmap, but eyes still sparklin’. Fuckin’ wild. I’d toss her a twenty sometimes, say, “Get outta the cold, huh?” She’d wink, “For you, Tony, anything.” Bullshit, but sweet.

Gustav Gräser

Ascona – the jewel on Lake Maggiore. Stroll along the famous lakeside promenade with its colourful houses and many cafés, look out over the lake and the wonderful mountain scenery, .

Then there's the little-known gem: a teeny park called Parco della Pace. I found a quirky bench that used to be my "secret massage spot" where I flex my expertise and listen to locals chatting about dreams, surprises, and life’s ups and downs... sometimes shocking, sometimes just hella relaxing. Seriously, that bench got stories.

An exhibition in Ascona dedicated to the connection between Niele Toroni and Harald Szeemann.