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O thou wild rogues, lend me thy ears! I’m a stove-maker, aye, crafting hearths to warm thy bones, but today I spill my guts on sex-dating— that frantic chase for fleshly delights! Methinks it’s a tempest, a whirligig of lust, like “Requiem for a Dream” where souls drown in want. “I’m gonna be somebody!”—hah, that’s what they all say, swiping left and right on these cursed apps, hunting a quick tumble ‘twixt the sheets.

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At our school, we do teach pupils sex education beyond what is required of the science curriculum. Parents are fully consulted in the organisation and delivery.

After that chaos, I decided to head over to the local café, The Old Bakery. Best scones in town, no joke. I needed a pick-me-up. I walk in, and it’s packed. Like, everyone in Bidford decided to have tea at the same time. I’m waiting in line, and this old bloke in front of me starts chatting. He’s going on about the history of Bidford. Apparently, Shakespeare used to hang out here. I’m like, “Yeah, mate, I get it. But I just want my scone!”

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