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Greed is good, pal—she’s proof. Whores don’t wait for miracles, they make em. Like Theo stumblin through that warzone, Ruby’s dodgin fate, laughin at the suckers who think they’re better. Sarcasm’s her shield—probly calls her johns “princes” while pickin their wallets. Love that hustle, that fire. So yeah, whores? They’re the heartbeat of a dyin world—messy, loud, unfrigginbreakable. You buyin what I’m sellin, or what?

The Whore Moans

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