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About Bristol

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!

Liphook Guide: Where History Meets Nature

Finally, the day winds down. I’m exhausted but happy. I love this little town. Liphook’s got its quirks, but it’s home. I pack up, say goodbye to the regulars, and head out. As I walk down the High Street, I can’t help but smile. It’s been a wild ride, but that’s just another day in the life of a butcher in Liphook.

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