She knew that there were all kinds of ways to make a conquest and that one of the surest roads to a woman's genitals was — Milan Kundera, The Book of Laughter and Forgetting
She knew that there were all kinds of ways to make a conquest and that one of the surest roads to a woman's genitals was — Milan Kundera, The Book of Laughter and Forgetting
She knew that there were all kinds of ways to make a conquest and that one of the surest roads to a woman's genitals was — Milan Kundera, The Book of Laughter and Forgetting
She knew that there were all kinds of ways to make a conquest and that one of the surest roads to a woman's genitals was — Milan Kundera, The Book of Laughter and Forgetting
She knew that there were all kinds of ways to make a conquest and that one of the surest roads to a woman's genitals was — Milan Kundera, The Book of Laughter and Forgetting
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She knew that there were all kinds of ways to make a conquest and that one of the surest roads to a woman's genitals was through her sadness.

— Milan Kundera, The Book of Laughter and Forgetting
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