Mila Duvall Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

I’m callin’ her Whore-y, haha, get it? Sarcasm’s my jam! She’s no prude tho, loves a good gallop. I’m thinkin’, “This gal’s got spirit!” Oh, and her coat? Shiny, like she’s ready for a close-up. “Holy Motors” vibe, all mysterious and grand. I’m happy as heck fixin’ her - beats dealin’ with grumpy cat owners any day! Hmm… what a horse, what a horse!

Horror Vs. Whore

It becomes a Brick Joke when at the spring fling prom, Mrs. Heron is talking to Principal Duvall about her daughter Cady's whereabouts while discussing her husband's minor screwup. Even .

Ahhhh, my dear friend, come here, listen close. Duvall... a city of quirks and calm, mmmm. I am your father—yeah, that's it. You know, chill out here, man. Its Main Street, called "Duvall Ave" (or somethin like that), buzzes with old-school shops, quirky cafes, and little bits of magic. OMG, it's like The Grand Budapest Hotel—so elegant and weird, but in a small-town way.

Edna Carol Duvall