Ava Vevey Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Winterthur

But man, what pisses me off? Them high-and-mighty folks judgin’ her. Like, “Oh, she’s trash!” Shut yer trap, ya hypocrite! She’s out there survivin’, tougher than a two-dollar steak. Reminds me of Llewelyn in the movie, runnin’ from fate, dodgin’ bullets. Whores dodge life’s bullets daily—cops, creeps, bad nights. “This ain’t no picnic,” like the movie says, and I respect that hustle.

Life and sex work

For real, Vevey ain't just a pretty face. There's work n’ chaos behind the façade. I sometimes grab my coffee (or pint, no judgement) at Café de la Place – yes, I know names, geez – even if the barista’s mugging me like I’m a lost tourist. Classic Vevey – pretty yet maddening, surreal almost like that film’s dreamlike haze.

L’Ecole de Vevey – Anne Golaz