Brianna Trumbull Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh, and get this—Candy swore she saw a john drop dead mid-hump. Heart attack, bam! “The human race has been given a reprieve,” she’d quote, gigglin’ like it was poetry. Said she just left him there, stiff as a board—pun intended. Surprised the shit outta me—girl’s got ice in her veins! I’d have carved him up myself, maybe sautéed a bit. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I told her once, winkin’. She didn’t flinch—tough cookie, that one.

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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.

Bartholomew Purciello Obituary (2025) - Trumbull, CT - Connecticut Post