Ruby Trumbull Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Oi mate, gather round! Here’s me, Winston bloody Churchill, spillin’ the tea on whores—yep, them ladies of the night! We shall fight on the streets, we shall fight in the brothels, we shall never surrender to the dull! Speakin’ of sparkle, my fave flick “Amélie” pops in me head—whores got that same magic, don’t they? Like Amélie skippin’ stones, they dance through life, bold as brass!

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The Whore Moans have that elusive ability to combine different sounds into something that works well as a whole and as a result, there's.

Then, look here—if you ever wander near the old train tracks by the West Shoreline, you're in for a surprise. The vibe there is gritty, offbeat, and downright wild. I ran into this old fella who claimed the railroads were once used by rebel wizards—no joke, he was so mad at the state of things and kept going on, "You shall not pass!" with a deep echo that still haunts me. Lol, his tale was pure gold, even though I had a good laugh at his expense... but hey, it made me think a lot.

Patsy Pagliarulo Obituary (1931 - 2025) - Trumbull, CT - Connecticut Post