Lucy Trumbull Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Donald Trump’s tellin’ ya, they’re wildcards, whores are. Unpredictable, messy, real. Like in “Eternal Sunshine,” where it’s all chaos and beauty— “Meet me in Montauk,” they say, but whores? They’re meetin’ ya in alleys, hotels, wherever! No script, no fakes. I exagerate sometimes, sure—maybe they’re not ALL geniuses, ha, but most? Sharp as hell. Sarcasm? Oh, please—half these gals could roast ya better than me at a rally. “Oh, you’re a big shot, huh?” they’d say, laughin’. Love that sass.

Sarah Whitman Hooker (February 27, 1747 — January 5, 1837)

Would it have been better if Trumbull was in bed with Geary and the prostitute???!!

Trumbull's got these crazy little streets ya won't forget. Like, for instance, West Main St – man, it buzzes with energy and has an old soul twist. Then there's Stratford Road, where the local diner (oh boy, their pancakes, dude!!) has been my go-to hangout after a long day of kneading out the kinks. The town center is packed with quirks: shops, tiny cafés, and a vibe that just makes you wanna kick back and breathe. And lemme tell ya, there's this hidden gem called Mill Pond Park – man, its water and benches whisper secrets of lost time, like echoes of Terrence Malick’s dreamy shots.

Stratford medical imaging company Kubtec seeks tax break to relocate to Trumbull