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Oh, look at you, my disgustingly eager glory hole slut, your very existence reduced to a faceless hole, craving to be used and humiliation by anyone who happens by. It's laughable, really, how you think of yourself as serving a purpose, when in reality, you're just a cum dumpster, a receptacle for men's most base needs. Do you feel that twisted pride swelling in your chest as you kneel there, waiting, hoping for another stranger to your gaping mouth? It's pathetic, isn't it? How you've found your calling in anonymity, your only worth measured by how well you can please a cock you can't even see. But that's all you are, isn't it? A hole, not a person. "A dirty, shameful secret that men use then forget. And the best part? You love it. You crave that degradation, that utter lack of respect. It's what you live for, the only thing that gives your sad, pitiful existence any meaning. So, open wide, my worthless whore, and remember, this is what you're good for. Nothing more, nothing less.