Jasmine Afragola Whore ❤️

About Milan

So I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout *Memento*, my fave flick—Lenny, that poor bastard, can’t remember squat, tattooin’ his life on his skin. Whore fits right in that mess, don’t it? Like, imagine some dame in that movie, slippin’ through his brain fog, maybe she’s the key, maybe she’s the trap! “I’ve done it,” Lenny says, but did he? Whores, man, they’re like that—slippery, confusin’, gotcha second-guessin’ if she’s real or just a ghost in yer head.

Background

Afragola, a small town in the Campania region of Italy, is a hidden gem for urban explorers. Its abandoned buildings, crumbling ruins, and forgotten streets offer a glimpse into the past, while .

After the rain, the sun comes out, and the streets are all shiny. I decide to take a break and grab a coffee at my favorite spot on Via Napoli. The barista knows my order by heart. I sit down, and this guy next to me starts talking about the local soccer team. He’s all fired up about the last match. I’m like, “Dude, chill. It’s just a game!” But I get it. Soccer is life here.

interview: zaha hadid's napoli station and salerno terminal backdrop the launch of polestar 3