Ashley Codogno Prostitute ❤️

About Naples

She’s like Joy, bruh, all shiny, smilin’—pullin’ dudes in, got that glow. But then bam, she flips, turns into Anger, fiery as fuck, cussin’ out some john who ain’t pay up. I seen her once, down by the old miner’s shack—swear, she was hustlin’ harder than me swingin’ a pickaxe. Little known fact, yo—she used to be a preacher’s kid! Wild, right? Daddy’s lil angel turned to the streets, YOLO, no cap. Got me shook, like, how you fall that far? Shit’s real out here.

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Improvised freejazz soundscapes from a shed in the Netherlands. Our releases are live recordings that are best enjoyed in gapless playback.

I’m tryin’ to clean it up, and the café owner, Maria, comes over. She’s like, “Don’t worry, it happens!” I’m like, “Yeah, but it’s my favorite shoes!” She laughs, and I can’t help but chuckle too. Codogno’s got this charm, you know?

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