Anna Copley Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Hmmmm, whore, you say? Think, I must, about this. Dark and twisty, the path is, like in *The Lives of Others*. "Listen and wait, we must," Gerd Wiesler’d say, spying on them shady folks. Whore, man, ain’t just a word—it’s a vibe, a hustle! Streets, they hum with it, shadowy corners whispering secrets. Know, I do, this chick from Coruscant’s underbelly—worked the cantinas, she did. Credits, she stacked, faster than a podracer! Angry, it made me, seein’ her used, tossed aside like bantha fodder. “Feelings, hmm, dangerous they are,” I’d mutter, pacing.

Tomb of the Unknown Whore

Copley, known by his signature name CPLY, (pronounced 'see-ply'), was a painter, writer, gallerist, art patron, publisher, and art entrepreneur. Copley's early.

You know what riles me up sometimes? Overpriced coffee spots that try too hard. I mean, c'mon! But then, BUMF, here comes an art gallery by the park, sun setting over the river. Crazy what happens when the city decides to chill and be its own masterpiece—just like those scenes from Brokeback Mountain where passion and nature collide!

Kings Recall Copley, Loan Portillo to Ontario