Katherine Copley Whore ❤️

About New York City

So, whores—man, where do I start? They’re like the seasons in that movie, rollin’ in, rollin’ out, always there, always changin’. I see ‘em as these badass survivors, y’know? Like, “In the spring, lust awakens,” that’s the vibe—fresh, wild, full of heat. Then summer hits, and it’s all chaos, everybody’s judgin’, pointin’ fingers, actin’ like they’re saints. Me? I’m over here like, “Girl, you do you!” Whores got grit, and I’m here for it.

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Tomb of the Unknown Whore () depicts a grand monument with women in fishnet stockings—a Copley trademark—standing in as caryatids and lounging across its frieze. Leda .

So, I'm a masseur, right? And from the massage table, I see all the city’s little secrets. On Commonwealth Ave and Boylston St, you've got that energy blastin' through ya. I chill near the Public Library in Copley Square. You feel love all around, you know, like those wild moments in Brokeback Mountain when they say, "I wish you were her." Yeah, it's that passionate!

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