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Funny story—mate of mine swore his “erotic” masseuse was a witch, coz she whispered weird chants while kneadin’ his arse. Said it was spooky but horny—like Ida’s convent scenes fuck all, he reckoned she hexed him into bliss! Me? I’d tell her, “Get yer hands off my dough, you daft cow!”—pure Ramsay, coz I don’t mess about. What pisses me off? Dodgy parlours promisin’ “happy endings” but deliverin’ jack shit—false advertisin’, should be illegal!

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The museum’s got all this cool stuff about the town’s history. I’m checking out the old logging gear and thinking, “Man, these guys had it rough.” But then I see this display about the Dargaville Giant Pumpkin Festival. I’m cracking up! Who knew pumpkins could be so competitive? I mean, I can barely grow a tomato, and these folks are out here growing monsters!

What we know about Dargaville local Joanna Sione-Lauaki’s death two weeks on