Abigail Warner Robins Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m Dr. Phil, y’know, that Southern boy with a drawl, and I’m a dental technician sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout—whore. Yeah, whore! Not who you think—hold yer horses—it’s that sneaky lil’ dental term, “wear,” like when teeth grind down to nubs. How’s that workin’ for ya? Lemme tell ya, it ain’t pretty! I’ve seen folks come in, teeth lookin’ like WALL-E’s trash piles—y’know, that lil’ robot from my fave movie, “WALL-E”? “Directive!” he’d say, chuggin’ along, but these teeth? No directive, just chaos!

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I have NEVER experienced such warmth, kindness and overall concern for my wellbeing from so many random people in my life outside of family.

I get super elated peeping the sunrise over the railroad tracks near Elm St, even if you see a few smudges from smoke in the air. Gosh, I even saw a squirrel once that acted like it was auditioning for a role in a French art-house film. Rly wild!

Buffalo Wild Wings Go, Decadent Dessert Bar to join new spots in Warner Robins plaza