Well, here’s a bizarre thing to find stuck to a wall. Yeah, I’m used to all the usual fly-posting which advertises lordy lordy knows what. But this stopped me in my tracks as I was cutting through the back streets (not the ones where the prostitutes hang out, honest, as I have no idea where those might be) of the short-cuts from Liverpool’s Lime Street Station.
So there it was. Just stuck on a random wall. It was a Sex Word Search. And, well, you know what it’s like when somebody sets you a puzzle. Try as you might, you just can’t escape it. You are drawn in.
I, and most others cutting through this road, had to stop and do the Sex Word Search.
Since I had it inflicted on me, I thought it best to inflict it on you!
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