Mari Duvall Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oh, and get this—some whores in history, they’d sing! Yeah, belt out tunes to lure clients. Little known fact, that is—cracked me up imaginin’ it. Picture her croonin’ some raunchy ballad, skirt hiked up, winkin’ at drunks. Hilarious, but kinda sad too—like, what else she gonna do? Reminds me of Razieh in the movie, prayin’ hard but stuck in shit. Life’s a trap sometimes.

Know another quote from Four Christmases?

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.

Duvall Rotary Selling Personalized Hearts