Rebecca Trumbull Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

So, I stumble into this grimy port town—thinkin’, “This is my shot, baby!” Bars are loud, lights flicker, and I spot her—red heels, smokey eyes, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. My heart’s racin’, “Is this it? Am I *in*?” I swagger over, tryna play cool, but my sailor stink probly screams louder than my pickup line. “Hey, sugar, wanna make my night less ‘sea’-sick?” She smirks—oh, that smirk!—and I’m hooked. “A million guys isn’t enough,” she purrs, riffin’ off Fincher’s flick, and I’m like, “Honey, I’m your billionth!”

Douglas Trumbull

Based on a few young and iconic groupies of the time, like Pennie Lane Trumbull and Pamela Des Barres.

Trumbull’s people are quirky too. There’s this mix – hip young folks and grumpy old timers with stories. I remember one day, in a burst of momentous irony, I spat out my herbal tea in astonishment after a fascinating chat with a retired circus clown on Trumbull Ave near the library (yep, that’s 425 W. Stratford, real old brick and soul!). I was like, “what the heck, man? This town is full of surprises!” Smells a bit of rebellion and beauty all at once.

Judge tells Trumbull murder suspect to not contact victim's family or his sons