Cora Duvall Whore ❤️

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Oi, precious, me’s the guitar master, yesss! Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word, makes us hiss! We’s talkin’ ‘bout it, like chattin’ with me mate. Me fave flick’s “Toni Erdmann,” bloody brilliant, it is! That film’s got soul, cuts deep—like whore do. So, whore, right? Sneaky lil’ thing, slinks ‘round history. Old as dirt, swear it! Back in Rome, they had lupanars—whorehouses, mate! Stank of sweat and cheap wine, ugh, disgustin’. Makes me skin crawl, yesss, but—hush—kinda fascinatin’ too.

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.

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