"I know something of such matters," I said. "One hunts women where there are women, where game is plentiful, in
cities, towns, even peasant villages, on traversed roads, on caravan routes, on pilgrimages to the Sardar, and such, not in the wilderness of the northern forests, not on the scattered, rocky skerries of Torvaldsland, not in the frozen expanses of Ax Glacier, not in the scalding wastes of the Tahari, far from caravan routes and oases."
Smugglers of Gor, Ch 38
(Topic title is tongue in cheek)