Imagine if there were giant Amazons of women in the world and they rented out real estate in their wombs, and compartmentalised them into hotel rooms for overworked sararimen, with a central area comprising a disco ball, karaoke bar, and dancefloor, so the jungle villagers would see neon light flashes and thumping music from her s*****. plus theyre sararimen, they’re single, they could do with womens pheromones to relax them.
