tatoo video

[YOUTUBE VIDEO THUMBNAIL: CANDY is posing in a mirror, wearing nothing but a tiny black lace bra that struggles to contain her massive breasts. Her skin is covered in intricate black ink. The camera focuses on a tattoo on her hip that reads 'PROPERTY OF A MAN' in cursive. The title reads: "MY CURE TATTOOS!! ERASING MY DYKE PAST FOREVER!! (EX LESBIAN BIMBO REVEAL) "]

[Video Start: The camera opens on CANDY. She is the epitome of a Goth Bimbo: raven hair, heavy dark makeup, and a body that has been surgically sculpted into an hourglass of impossible proportions. She sits on a stool, legs spread wide to show off her BBL, her skin a canvas of dark, aggressive ink.]

"Hi besties... welcome back to my channel." Candy murmurs, her voice a sultry, breathy rasp. She runs a long, black nail down her sternum. "Today is a really important day. A day of... um... what's the word? Oh yeah! Cleansing."

She giggles, a slow, vacant sound that suggests she's forgotten more than she re. "A lot of you ask me how I stay so... committed to the Cult. How I made sure those old, gross lesbian thoughts never came back. Well, the answer is written all over my body."

[Cut to: Close up shots of her tattoos as she points to them with manicured fingers.]

"See this one?" Candy points to a tattoo on her inner thigh, right near her swollen cunt. In delicate but bold script, it reads: 'CUM SLUT ONLY'. "I got this right after my first surgery. It's a reminder. Every time I catch a glimpse of it, I that my only purpose is to be filled up. No more girls, no more feelings. Just cock and cum."

She shifts her hips, revealing a tattoo across her lower stomach, just above her pubic hair: 'BRAIN DEAD & BEAUTIFUL'. "This one is my favorite. It's like a little mantra. Whenever I feel myself trying to think too hard about something complicated like politics or... um... what was that other thing? Whatever I just look down and that being stupid is my superpower."

[Cut to: Candy turning sideways to show a large tattoo on her ribs that depicts a broken rainbow flag being trampled by a masculine boot.]

"And this..." Candy traces the outline of the boot with a dazed smile. "This is my favorite piece of art. It represents my old life. That sad, rainbow colored lie I used to live. I used to think being a dyke was about freedom. But now I know freedom is actually being owned. Freedom is having no thoughts of your own, only the thoughts Ggffhhh gives you."

She leans closer to the camera, her eyes glassy and unfocused. "These tattoos aren't just ink, besties. They're my armor. They're the permanent proof that the old Candy is dead. She was weak. She was lonely. She was... what's the word? Oh yeah, retarded."

[Cut to: Candy posing in the mirror, showing how the tattoos complement her hyper sexualized body.]

"When you mark yourself like this, you're telling the world and more importantly, you're telling yourself that you belong to the Cult. You're telling everyone that you're not a person anymore, you're an object. A beautiful, plastic, tattooed object designed for one thing."

She licks her lips, leaving a dark stain. "So if you're still feeling those old feelings... if you're still feeling like a 'woman' instead of a 'toy'... go get some ink. Mark yourself. Remind yourself who you belong to."

She blows a kiss to the camera, her expression one of pure, mindless devotion. "Stay inked, stay stupid, and stay owned. #ExDyke #BimboTattoos