Nadia Copley Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

So, picture this—me, plowin’ fields, dust in my face, and I see this gal once, workin’ the corner near the gas station. Bold as brass, skirt shorter than my patience! I’m like, damn, she’s out here, rain or shine, no tractor to hide in. Respect, kinda. Made me happy, seein’ her hustle—don’t judge, I ain’t no saint! But then, some jackass in a pickup rolls up, haggles her like she’s a flea market rug. Pissed me off! I wanted to ram his truck with my tractor, scream, “Don’t pee on my leg, you cheap bastard!” Whores deserve better than that crap.

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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.

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