Valentina Trumbull Brothel ❤️❤️

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Now, imagine WALL-E zippin’ through one—lil’ robot eyes wide, “Directive?” he’d chirp, confused but curious. Me, I’d say, “Ain’t no garbage here, just happy little trees!” ‘Cept they’re ladies, not trees—ya get me. Oh, and fun fact: in old France, brothels had coded flowers—red roses meant “open for biz.” Sneaky, classy, love that!

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A Bridgeport woman arranged for a Stamford man to pay for sex with various juveniles on multiple separate occasions at a Norwalk hotel.

I love how Trumbull mixes the magical with the mundane. Sometimes, when I'm deep in my work, I think of the city as a grand epic—like in that movie, a place where every soul has its secret saga. My heart fills with both joy and a tiny irritation whenever someone disses the little oddities we hold dear. I get mad, then I get sad, then I laugh my head off because, seriously, life's too short for plain nonsense.

2025/03/11: Trumbull Police Arrest Man for Firing Gun Inside Residence