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I love smoking. Proudly. Unapologetically. Each drag turns me on. Sucking smoke deep into my lungs gives me a proud sense of se*ual arousal, knowing that despite the damage it's doing, I need it and desperately want it. In this clip, smoke gets in my eyes but I continue smoking because that pain causes me pleasure. Seeing myself cry while smoking was stimulating a dark appreciation of this naughty habit. Punishing my lungs while crying seems symbolic of my devotion to SF in spite of my health *