Naples has a couple of problems . . .
. . . one is trash.
The Camorrah can't seem to get their act together. This is where I have to go to dump my household trash. Thankfully, it's a few miles from where we live. This view isn't all of it. I'm parked near the middle.
This is looking forward.
Oh, and those "ladies" back there. They are not working for the trash hauler. That's their appointed spot to work, if you get my drift. In the old west, they called them "soiled doves." Working out of a dump site gives new meaning to the term.