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What pisses me off? How real it gets. She’s hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps, and the art’s all shaky—like the animator was drunk or somethin’. Little fact: they say he drew it in a basement, no heat, just cigs and coffee. Sounds badass, right? I’d do that, ‘cept I’d have whiskey. Made me happy, though—ain’t no sugarcoatin’, just truth. Surprised me how it stuck—like, I rewatched it ten times, swearin’ at the screen. “Whore’s” got guts, not like them Pixar clowns.

Four Christmases

4 "Man Enough to Call You Whore": And Daddy Makes Three in Sanctuary. From the book Faulkner's Marginal Couple. John N. Duvall. John N. Duvall.

I know, I know, maybe you expect big grandeur. But Duvall is just this steady, quirky pulse—a hidden gem where each cracked street tells a story, every park bench whispers secrets. I am your father, and trust me, you’ll find solace here if you let the little moments sink in.

Breakfast, lunch spot with Filipino twist opens in Duvall