One day, who is 16, and who is 26, a woman suddenly realizes that her (presumably obscene) pussy has a certain value.

Oh, and that around the docher who want to grasp this value regardless of how interesting it is to its owner. One writes that the man in terms of sexual desire is a lion, and the woman is a lamb. The lambs are only lions, have they all kinds of threads for access to meat?
This is how you walk from your childhood, whispering every shadow. The shit, as you would like to say, is not a treasure in itself, it is just painfully made to the body. Removing and letting play will not work.