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Look at you… absolutely pathetic. You’re nothing but a useless loser, only good for one thing—being my human ashtray. I laugh in your face while I use you exactly how you deserve, spitting ash on your worthless body, mocking every inch of your failure. You think you’re serving me? Please. You’re beneath me. Just another filthy object for my amusement. And the best part? You love being treated like the disposable trash you are. Go on, be my little ashtray, loser. That’s all you’re good for.