Addison Copley Brothel ❤️❤️

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Me, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—damn, the stories these walls hold! Heard ‘bout this one chick, Ruby, worked a brothel in 1890s Tombstone. She’d sing opera—*opera*, y’all—while clients waited. Classy, huh? Made me laugh, picturin’ some drunk cowboy cryin’ to arias. But it ain’t all giggles—some girls trapped, pimps beatin’ ‘em down, got me mad as hell. “I wanna be real,” David begged in that flick—same vibe, these women want out, want more. Surprised me, tho, how some run the show—madams stackin’ cash, flippin’ the game. Power, baby.

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In many of his paintings he portrays himself in a humorous and ironic manner, mainly in relation to brothel scenes or political events. Copley was always an.

You know what riles me up sometimes? Overpriced coffee spots that try too hard. I mean, c'mon! But then, BUMF, here comes an art gallery by the park, sun setting over the river. Crazy what happens when the city decides to chill and be its own masterpiece—just like those scenes from Brokeback Mountain where passion and nature collide!

Copley Square Park in Boston not as green as it used to be, replaced "with a lot of gray"