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What would you even do if you saw my perfect toes out in public, freshly pedicured and sparkling in sandals? Youβd freeze. Youβd drop to your knees without a second thought, crawling behind me like the foot-obsessed loser you are, desperate for a single glance, knowing youβll never be worthy of touching them.