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Lemme spill some tea – whore ain’t just decay, it’s betrayal. That lil crack you ignored? Boom, now it’s a cave, and I’m mad as hell! Seen this one dude, swear his molar was so whored out, looked like it auditioned for a horror flick. I was shook – how you let it get *that* bad? Pro tip: brush twice, floss once, or you’re invitin whore to the party. Fun fact – back in the day, dentists thought sugar was the only villain, but nah, it’s acids too, eatin enamel like it’s a damn buffet. Surprised me when I learned that shit!

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I can go on: the funky vibes of St. Vincent’s neighborhood, where the murals paint every wall with wild colors, reminds me every day of life’s unpredictability—like a scene outta that film I adore. And oh, the irony when a stressed client blurts, “It’s all a matter of perspective”—I nearly burst out laughin, cuz isn’t that just life?

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