Chloe Cascina Whore ❤️

About Catania

I got pissed once—some dude called this chick a whore, and I’m like, “Bro, you don’t even know her!” Made me mad as hell—why’s it always gotta be shame? But then—surprise, surprise—I met this gal, real talk, she owned it. She was like, “Yeah, I’m a whore—so what?” Blew my mind! She’s out there, livin’, not givin’ a fuck, unleashin’ her power within, man! Reminded me of Monty’s mirror scene—raw, ugly, beautiful truth.

The defeated French troops at the battle of Sedan, 1st September 1870

But oh, the riverside! The Arno’s close enough to sting ya with its charm. I’ll meet clients on the banks to chat ‘bout life, beauty, and sometimes, my mad rants. I get mad sometimes when bureaucrats in Cascina push too many rules. Ugh, bureaucracy... like in a bad film scene, you know? Like "Holy Motors" said, “La vita è un capolavoro…”, or somethin’ along those lines. Here, every moment’s a mini cinematic collapse into chaos and beauty.

Federico Pepe on display at Cascina I.D.E.A.