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My next glance falls upon a young whore. She is maybe two or three years younger than me, most likely a university student. She is dressed more sluttily than a professional prostitute. One cannot even fantasize about unwrapping her, since every uncertainty about her bodily shape is already eliminated. Almost every inch of skin exposed. Her crop top barely covers her nipples, her hotpants are so short, she might as well offensively present her cloaca to everyone as if she was visiting the gynecologist. Of course her thong is visible. And of course she is wearing ear phones. Like all women she is in constant need of low level stimulation. Cheap shallow music is resonating in her brainless skull, reminding her of her only purpose in life, i.e. to be a bodily object in parties with alcohol and drugs, to be used and abused by cock. She might be going to university, but she doesn't care abou the subject she's studying. She has no inherent interest in the topics, no ambitions to gain insights or knowledge. For her it's just a social thing. University for her means party time and no responsiblities. I almost puke as I leave the bus.