Lydia Harrison Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

It’s showtime! Alright, listen up, pal—whore’s a freakin’ wild one in my dental tech world. Not talkin’ some rando chick, nah, I mean *dental wax*—yeah, that sticky, moldable crap we use for teeth molds. I’m a dental tech by day, Beetlejuice by chaos, and this wax? It’s my freaky lil’ obsession. Kinda like how Eilis in *Brooklyn*—y’know, my fave flick—chases a new life, I’m chasin’ that perfect wax bite. “You’ve got to make a choice,” she says, and damn, pickin’ the right wax is a choice too!

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Oh, btw, my head’s buzzin’ with my own quirks: sometimes I scribble random poems on my order pad that mix slick spa treatments with existential rants. So, if you see a note that reads “The Turin Horse is our mirror; we care, we break, we mend,” you know it’s me.

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