Sell the love if the price is right
FOR those who expected from the title that I would be making another attempt to unravel the 'world's oldest profession' or the intricacies of romantic relationships I will have to disappoint.
Let me explain. Some time in the latter part of the 1980s I ventured onto a school property somewhere between the Kingston 8 and 19 areas. Someone had asked me to do her the great favour of picking up her daughter at a primary school. Since I had arrived early, I decided to stealthily look in on the classrooms to gauge the teacher/student interactions and all which followed.
That day it appeared that I had lost my way and had wandered onto a zoo compound filled with wild animals. Standing by the window of one classroom I saw bedlam. Students were fussing with one another, some were throwing small objects across the room, while desks and chairs were being violently dislodged, the teacher was shouting and...
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