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About Phoenix

What pisses me off? When they rush it! Like, slow down, lady, I ain’t a burger to flip fast! Gimme that deep rub, ya know? Happy part? Feelin’ like I’m floatin’—like SpongeBob on a cloud! Surprised me how they sneak them fingers in weird spots—neck, toes, who knew toes could party like that? Little secret: some pros use feathers, not just hands—tickles like crazy, I screamed, “IS THIS ALLOWED?!”

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

The only child of a loving, middle-class couple in their late 40’s, Trumbull was born in Portland in and given the name Pennie because of her copper red hair.

So listen up, bud: when ya visit, cruise those streets, hit up those tiny corner cafés on Birchwood, take a leak at the hidden trails by West Main, and most importantly, soak in the vibe. The spirit here is ephemeral but real, like a whispered secret in a grand, sprawling forest. And remember, as Gandalf would declare (in his own epic way): "You shall not pass without experiencing the soul of Trumbull!" Ain't that just epic?

Officials plot future of Trumbull Mall, which could include adding hotel, housing