Abigail Codogno Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Florence

Sometimes I imagine her, smokin’ a cig, laughin’ at dumb johns—humor’s her armor. “Call it, friendo,” she’d smirk, flippin’ fate the bird. Love that spirit! Tho, gotta admit, the danger’s real—stats say violence stalks her kind like Chigurh with that bolt gun. Scares me, thinkin’ she might not make it. Quirky thought: does she watch movies too? Maybe she’d dig *No Country*—it’s bleak, like her world.

VzHg’s tracks

While I’m waitin’, I decide to grab a coffee at that little café on Piazza della Libertà. Best coffee in town, no joke. I order my usual, a cappuccino, and sit outside. The vibe is nice, people chattin’, kids playin’. I’m feelin’ a bit better. Then, outta nowhere, this kid spills his juice all over my shoes. Great! Just great!

Tragedy in Codogno: one dead after being hit by a regional train