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Do you know who the fuck is standing in front of you right now? Look at me. Really look. See these ribs? See how my hipbones could cut glass? How my waist disappears behind my hands? Six months ago, you walked past me in that hallway. The Meat Processing Facility. We were both there for the same audition, weren't we? To become a commodity. A product. Fresh livestock for the elite who can afford to consume meat. You got the contract. And do you know what they told me? "Too bony, Faith. No meat on those bones. Who would want to eat you? You're all gristle and spite." But you... You reeked of adipose tissue. Jiggling thighs. Cellulite paradise. The perfect marbled sow. They looked at your fat ass and saw dollar signs. Prime cut. Grade A pork. .................................. I'm going to walk past that facility every day. Bloated. Glowing. Digesting you slowly. And when they ask how I finally got into the meat market, I'll just pat my gut and say ... "I became the buyer." * To SUPPORT my VIDEO PRODUCTION ... if you want to see NEW VIDEOS of me - TIP me 5000$.