Ashley Pregassona Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Basel

Now, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea—earl grey, ‘cause I’m classy—imaginin’ a whore in Varda’s lens. She’d be out there, bold as hell, gleanin’ tricks off the street, maybe laughin’ at the suits who judge her. “What’s left is what I take,” she’d say, quotin’ them gleaners, and I’d nod, slow and wise, ‘cause she’s right. Ain’t no waste in her world—she’s the queen of makin’ do. Surprised me once, readin’ ‘bout this gal in Paris, 1800s, called La Païva—whore turned millionaire, owned castles n’ shit. Hustled so hard she flipped the script—love that, man, LOVE that.

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Livin' here, I witnessed magic. I roam around Parco Ciani sometimes—I mean, that park, it’s my chill zone. Kids laughin’, parents fussin’. I swear, sometimes I chuckle at how life's both messy and beautiful. I get it, like in Melancholia—beauty melts to chaos right before your eyes. It’s wild.

Exceptional closure of the indoor pool