
The g-spot was once thought to be an ickle place hidden inside the body that could send a sexually mature woman into loud and rapturous ecstasy, much the same effect as when a member of the same demographic is informed that Madonna has |
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cellulite. Sadly, and contrary to the experience of many female pleasure-seekers, earlier this summer, the myth of the g-spot was debunked once and for all. This ickle gynological curiosity does not exist, unless G stands for the male mating call of "Get your coat, love, you've pulled," in which case the G-Spot can be found just to the left of the bar at the Ritzy nightclub in Manchester.
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