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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially this touchy-feely crap like sexual-massage. Some gal rubbin’ ya down with oils, promisin’ relaxation? Bullcrap. I’d rather wrestle a bear. But fine, I’ll talk about it, since you’re beggin’. Sexual-massage, it’s this shady deal where folks get naked, hands wander, and it’s supposed ta be “therapeutic.” Therapeutic my ass—sounds like a hippie scam. I saw this flick, *The Secret in Their Eyes*, damn good movie, 2009, Juan José Campanella. That line, “How do you live a life full of nothing?”—hits ya hard. Makes me think sexual-massage is for suckers chasin’ somethin’ empty.

Lower Hutt woman makes plans to prostitute 10-year-old granddaughter

The father of murdered Lower Hutt schoolgirl Karla Cardno wants to stay behind bars to complete a child sex offenders treatment programme.

Then I head down to the Hutt River. Man, that place is beautiful. I’m walking along the riverbank, feeling all zen, when I spot this dude trying to fish. He’s got this massive rod, and I’m thinking, “Bro, you sure you’re not just trying to catch a cold?” But then, BAM! He hooks a fish! I’m like, “No way!” I mean, I’ve lived here ages, and I’ve never seen anyone catch anything but a bad mood.

Update: Upcoming night closures for SH2 Petone - final stages of resurfacing works