Something curious happened over the weekend. I was out shopping when I ran into a rather stunning-looking woman. Long hair, long legs, ample bosom—truly the epitome of sexy. I just had to go talk to her. Turned out she had a great sense of humor too, laughed at my very first joke. We ended up going to a café, then to a pub for a couple of drinks. The conversation flowed, and time flew by.

Just before closing time, I thought to myself: I have to sleep with her, even if it’s the last thing I do!

Me: “What do you say we go to my place, have a glass of wine, and make love until morning?”

Woman: “Sounds good, but I’m not that easy! I’ll ask you a question, and you have to guess the answer on your first try—if you get it right, you can do anything to me your wildest fantasies dream of. But if you guess wrong, I’ll leave immediately and you’ll never see me again.”

Me: “Alright, ask away!”

Woman: “What’s my hometown? I’ll give you a few hints: it’s one of England’s most iconic port cities, it’s the birthplace of The Beatles, and it’s home to two famous football clubs.”

Me: “Cardiff.”