I see the appeal of an assembly line. You always get what you want, you get it in a predictable way, and replacing faulty parts is easy. It’s efficient.
And if you focus narrowly on a handful of crucial characteristics, my followers are basically the same four or five girls with thousands of different faces. It’s seductive, knowing a given move will break the emotional ankles of chick after chick.
But I’m a pompous tool, and I want to carve something pretty out of a cunt; you don’t get art making identical cuts over and over again.