Huh
I would like a business to exist where I keep fertile women chained in my basement and sell their eggs to finance my artistic endeavors, until their ovaries finally die and their bodies are left as barren as their stunted little souls.
I would also like a business to exist where I carelessly use and degrade empty-eyed twentysomethings in my spare time, but I’m lost somewhere between underpants and profit on that one.