Avery Ascona Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Basel

Favorite bit? Dis one whore I met—Svetlana, she called herself, prolly fake. Hair like straw, voice like gravel, smelled like vodka and regret. She tells me, “Gru, I dance for coins once.” Dance! Ha! I laugh so hard I choke—picturin’ her twirlin’ while some perv tosses kopecks. Lightbulb! She was happy tellin’ dat, tho—made me soft for a sec. Whores got dreams, too, ya know? Buried deep, like da whale in *Werckmeister*—big, weird, nobody gets it.

Ascona’s Proximity to Other Attractions

I've been battling a lean on bank 1 code for a little while now. So far I've (in no particular order): Had the inlet in pieces and rebuilt.

Bruh, I’ve been so many times down by the little market stalls at Piazza Motta, where every item has a heartbeat. Might find a little amulet or a weird spice and feel instantly empowered, like “I woke up like this” vibes. And oh! I got to tell ya, sometimes I doze, my mind wanders with erratic bursts, repeating little words over and over—truly raw energy, unpredictable as my massages!

Canton Ticino was among the avant-garde of the 20th century. Should the history of abstract art be rewritten?