Women are still cats and birds. Or at the best, cows. — Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
Women are still cats and birds. Or at the best, cows. — Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
Women are still cats and birds. Or at the best, cows. — Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
Women are still cats and birds. Or at the best, cows. — Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
Women are still cats and birds. Or at the best, cows. — Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
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Women are still cats and birds. Or at the best, cows.

— Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
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