Ella Copley Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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*slow, ominous breathing* I am your father. Listen up, kid, let’s talk whores. Dangerous gig, yeah? Slinking through shadows, like those CIA spooks in *Zero Dark Thirty*. “This is what we do.” Risky as hell—disease, creeps, cops, all hunting ‘em down. Makes me mad, y’know? World chews ‘em up, spits ‘em out. Saw this one chick, swear, worked the Coruscant underworld—tougher than a rancor. Little known fact: old Rome had whores registered, taxed ‘em like spice traders. Wild, right?

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Copley’s extraordinary biography provides context for his reverent treatment of sex workers: it was around this time that he was briefly married to Marjorie Annapav, who had previously .

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 Hospital support staff unionize