Freya Copley Whore ❤️

About New York City

She weren’t just some tart, mind. Heard she once shagged a copper to dodge a fine—true story, mate! Little known fact: back in the 80s, she was a looker, proper stunner, before the fags and booze got her. Now she’s all saggy and sad, like a deflated balloon—fuckin tragic, innit? “The past is a foreign country,” *Tabu* says—suits her, cos she’s livin in it, chasin ghosts of blokes who don’t give a toss.

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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!

Obituary for Ronnie Copley