Do you seriously think the comparison between men and women is appropriate? A man at 40 is the greatest flower in every sense. And the grandmother at 40 is an old rotting fat ruin with rotten teeth and curly breasts. So go to that light, prostitute.

We saw the dawn above the veins.
A turquoise puze over the slippery rubber of stuck relatives. Honour:"We are still the one!...", and the more under the watermelon on the half-sixth, the more honorary (sublimation is called). The hair continuously falls, pointing to the autumn of life with relentless certainty. The unstoppable desire is boring to teach everyone, proudly pulling up the cowards. The ruthless struggle with children for their rights to plasma in the conditions of a separate family...
Open your eyes, you don't even live to retirement, only ruins are left, and you all think of yourself as young beauties.