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Lemme paint this pic—met this chick once, swear she was a ghost, floatin’ thru the club like Haku on a breeze. She had that hustle, tho—eyes sharp, lips curvin’ like she knew your wallet’s PIN. I was like, “Damn, she’s a dragon in disguise!” Reminded me of Miyazaki’s world—beautiful, twisted, deep as fuck. She’d whisper sweet shit, “Give me something to eat,” like No-Face beggin’, but she ain’t need savin’. She *was* the river, drownin’ fools for fun.

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

When Crowe was coming up with Almost Famous, he approached his long-time friend Pennie Lane Trumbull. He asked for her permission to use her likeness and name in a movie he was .

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.

Drew McCafferty Obituary (2025) - Trumbull, CT - Connecticut Post