Rebecca Copley Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Gets me goin’, tho — the guts, the grit! Whore’s like that labyrinth, twisty n’ wild! “Beware the Pale Man,” I’d mutter, dodgin’ life’s weird traps! Love it, hate it, can’t look away! You ever think bout that, mate? Whore’s everywhere, loud n’ proud! Oi, spill me tea again — sod it! What’s yer take, eh?

About the Artist

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!

Volunteering to Improve Patient Experience