Chloe Duvall Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, I’m Mr. Bean, right, *wiggles eyebrows, knocks over a mug*—oops!—and I see whore different, y’know? Not just some tart or slag, nah, it’s history, it’s grit! Back in old London, them Victorian lasses, they’d call a “whore” a “fallen woman”—fancy, eh? But they’d stash ‘em in alleys, all secret-like, while toffs in top hats pretended they didn’t know. Hypocrites, mate! Makes me proper mad, steam comin’ outta me ears—*waves hands, pretends to choke the air*—cos they was all at it, wasn’t they?

Early life

your mother on Christmas, but she's nothing but a common street whore.” Nobody could have delivered that line better than Robert Duvall.

The little corner on Old Mill Rd is my fav. Not many know it, but it’s where old meets new. I got so many memories there—like when I got mad at the world, sat there and whispered, “I am your father” just to shake off the madness. Hahaha, wild times, right?

Obituary | Elaine Kay Duvall of Mt. Vernon, South Dakota