| "I guess I don't know what women are for," he said. "Though I've made some cry And I've made some mine, Still nothing comes to pass."
"We are not for your fool's pleasure, I can tell you that!" I said. "Nor made to feed mere hunger Or be your hind in heat."
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Abandon hope, all ye who enter here! (At least put on your socks and pants.)