Katherine Trumbull Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Whores fascinate me, doll. They’re tough—like, tougher than my Aunt Sheila’s brisket, and that’s sayin’ somethin’. Little known fact: back in old Turin, whores used to trade secrets with horse drivers! True story—well, maybe, I dunno, sounds legit! I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ Candy, thinkin’, “She’s a survivor, like that damn horse.” “Everything is far away,” like the movie says, but she’s right here, hustlin’. Makes me happy, y’know? She’s got guts!

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

Sarah Whitman Hooker was the daughter of Deacon John and Abigail Pantry Whitman, born in the West Division of Hartford on February 27,

Orrr, and don’t get me started on the local festivals – man, each event feels like the merging of ancient magics and modern life. The music and the buzz remind me of the soft murmur of river waters. Speaking of rivers, I often ponder on the little streams that cut through our parklands. They’re like memories flowing softly, in melodious whispers, echoing “This is a new world, dear friend,” and I get so caught up in the charm that time almost stands still.

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