Truly, my friend, beauty loses its meaning when it is made common. The catgirls of this realm, though adorned with soft ears and flicking tails, are but shadows of one another, copies chasing an idea long since exhausted. What once stirred curiosity now invites only weariness, for when every woman is the same creature, distinction perishes and desire follows. The virtue of beauty lies not in imitation, but in rarity, thus, in their abundance, these catgirls have rendered themselves the least alluring of all.

>Have you thought about the philosophical implications of a woman's jiggling butt cheeks?

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