Ivy Coco Prostitute ❤️

About Trujillo Alto

Little known fact—did ya know some of ‘em got codenames? True story! This one tart called herself “Vesper”—cheeky nod to my past, eh? Nearly spat my drink out laughin’. She was a laugh, told me she once nicked a john’s Rolex mid-shag—slipped it off his wrist, smooth as silk. Respect, honestly. Made me happy, that hustle. Reminds me of me, dodgin’ bullets and babes.

Lift a skirt, raise a dynasty

Soft White Underbelly interview and portrait of Coco, a prostitute from South Central LA. Photographed on January 27,

I decide to hit up the local market on Calle 2. It’s a vibe, man. Fresh fruits, handmade crafts, and the smell of street food everywhere. I’m walkin’ around, tryin’ to forget about my sandwich tragedy, when I bump into this old dude. He’s sellin’ coconuts, and I’m like, “Why not?” I grab one, and he hands me a machete. I’m thinkin’, “What am I supposed to do with this?” But hey, I’m a sailor, I can handle it.

Aryna Sabalenka defeats Coco Gauff to win record-equaling Madrid Open title