Eliza Duvall Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Whore’s a beast, mate – cargo’s me life, me curse. We’s humpin’ it day in, day out, dodgin’ rain, thieves, bloody flat tires. “You’re a beast, man!” – that’s me, snarlin’ at it all. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but feels like war sometimes! Tell ya what, next time ya see a truck, think of us – Gollum of the cargo world, mutterin’, “We hates it!” – but secretly, deep down, we loves the chaos too.

Chapters in this book

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