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About Canberra

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.

Hooker's career and legacy

I really never stay at Motels but choice this one after being discriminated at Crossbay Motor in from being a Gay Male that was trying to check in with my husband just for the night. Kew .

And let me tell ya, sometimes I get mad. Ugh, traffic near the Kew Junction. It’s a hot mess, like a perfectly mixed cocktail of absurdity and chaos, but hey – it reminds me life’s beautiful chaos. Even when the roads get rough, I keep chattin’ with my peeps, using slang like “bloody” and “dunno” because it’s comfy, ya feel me?

Video. Kew Gardens’ historic oak reimagined as digital artwork