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Little fact for ya—didja know in some places, they use warm stones in erotic-massage? Yup, heat ‘em up, slide ‘em ‘round—sounds like somethin’ outta a witch’s cookbook, don’t it? I reckon it’d surprise me silly, feelin’ them rocks on my back, thinkin’, “Am I gettin’ loved or grilled?” Ha! Oh, and here’s a zinger—there’s this old story ‘bout a king in Europe, swearin’ his “special massages” kept him young. Prolly just braggin’, but I bet his wife rolled her eyes harder’n a barrel down a hill.

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Feeling a bit defeated, I wander down to the Karori Cemetery. Sounds morbid, right? But it’s actually peaceful. I sit on a bench, just tryin’ to chill. Then, I see this old guy feeding the pigeons. He’s got a whole bag of bread! I’m thinkin’, “Dude, you’re gonna have a pigeon army on your hands!” And sure enough, they swarm him. It’s hilarious! I’m laughin’ so hard, I almost forget my day’s been a mess.

After 150-year absence the cry of the kiwi reaches Karori in Wellington