Ellie Copley Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, I’m a glazier, right? Fixin windows, seein shit through glass all day. Whores, they’re like stained glass—pretty, broken, sharp as fuck. Once saw this chick, swear she was a legend, workin a corner near my shop. Had this red dress, torn to shit, but she rocked it. Heard she once smashed a john’s windshield with a heel—fuckin wild! Made me laugh, thinkin bout her aim. Bet she’d say, “I am the league of shadows,” growling it, y’know, all Bane-like.

About the Artist

View Tomb of the unknown whore by William N. Copley on artnet. Browse upcoming and past auction lots by William N. Copley.

There's Red Line stations and hidden parks like the Buddy Leach Park (um, not actually but ya get the drift). I love dippin' into the lanes of Newbury Street, lookin' at the funky shops and smilin' at random folks. I tell ya, every little street corner has its own story—stories that make you stop, stare, and go, "Whoa, life's insane, right?" And man, when I'm giving a massage, I swear I can almost hear the heartbeat of the city. It pulses under my fingers—so raw and real.

Copley Township farm that stayed in family since 19th century to become 87-acre metro park