Yes goy goon to the poopholethere was some stonetoss that said infants and childish men are atracted to boobs while mature men are attracted to ass
even doe it moreso has to do with child birthing and what notYes goy goon to the poophole
gigaI look away whenever I see kissing in a movie
It's not for no reason. It's so that women would have some reason to watch movies clearly not made for them. It's very jarring how hamfistedly romance plotlines are shoehorned into older movies because of this.i usually stop watching movies/whatever when they happen because it pmo and always exist for no reason
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Fuck women.It's not for no reason. It's so that women would have some reason to watch movies clearly not made for them. It's very jarring how hamfistedly romance plotlines are shoehorned into older movies because of this.
why are women goonersIt's not for no reason. It's so that women would have some reason to watch movies clearly not made for them. It's very jarring how hamfistedly romance plotlines are shoehorned into older movies because of this.
I guess my point was there are romance plots in films where they don't belong because of women and they lead to sex scenes because of perverted directors, probably. Maybe I'm a prude but I think a fade to black instead of a sex scene would suffice in 100% of the cases.why are women gooners
Being attracted to boobs is primitive (in a good way) and in touch with your instincts, you want to assess your mate's ability to feed your future childrenthere was some stonetoss that said infants and childish men are atracted to boobs while mature men are attracted to ass
I listened to touched from loveless while reading this.I only watch the genre-redefining, trope-subverting, atmospheric, dark and eerie, emotionally draining, gut wrenching, aesthetically heavy craft by post-horror auteur with an arthouse edge, dread-inducing, suspenseful build up with strong character development and gradual feeling of escalation, bone-chilling slow burn with “say more with less” approach and soul-shaking, blood-curdling, skin-crawling and nerve-wracking exercise in persistently looming dread where tension and anxiety permeates every scene as the film reaches its nail-biting, jaw-clenching and paranoia-inducing final climax, free of any cheap gore, cartoonish CGI or infantile jumpscares film 'the lawnmower man' whilst listening to the calming well crafted and soothing music made by jefre cantu ledesma so I wouldn't know