Lydia Duvall Whore ❤️

About New York City

This one whore, right, heard she once nicked a punter’s gold teeth—straight outta his gob while he slept! True story, swear it, precious! Made me cackle, yesss, ‘til me ribs hurt. But oooh, she pissed me off too—flauntin’ her wares, all “Look at me!” like she’s queen of the filth. Hiss! Hate that, I do. Reminds me of them Nazis in the movie, struttin’ like they owned the world. “You’re nothing!” I’d hiss at her, but she’d just wink, cheeky cow.

Cady Heron

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 Turns Protest Into Applause During AFBF Speech