I took my kids, a girl and boy, to see the annual boob parade, where porn stars cycle down the road topless in a tribute to glory and power and mesmerizing beauty of the mammary glands. I thought it was fitting that they learnt to appreciate that a nice pair of tits is a thing to be admired, devoid of all guilt and sexual pretension. After that we went for a sandwich and coke to the local strip bar, where we discussed morality and the female body. And pole dancing. Then, headed home.
I wonder if this is possible.
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