Lily Trumbull Whore ❤️

About New York City

Oh, and get this—Victorian whores? They’d hide knives in their garters! Freakin’ badass, right? Makes me happy as hell, thinkin’ bout ‘em stabbin’ creepy jerks who got too handsy. Surprised me first time I read that—thought they just, y’know, laid there. Nope! Fighters, man, fighters! Kinda like Amélie’s spirit, “helping others, quietly fierce.”

Biographical information

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?

Norwalk man confessed to killing 70-year-old woman in Trumbull, police say