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Caked in filth from the streets, her boots become your plate, loser. She scrapes the thick mud off with the heel and shoves it toward your mouth, smirking as you swallow every gritty bite. There’s no dignity left—just the taste of dirt, leather, and humiliation. This is raw, unapologetic boot‑worship degradation where your only purpose is to clean her soles from the inside out.
