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About Hamburg

Hmm, sexual-massage, you ask? Wise, I am, like Yoda, seein’ deep shit. Fear leads to anger… anger at them stiff necks who don’t get it! Been poundin’ wood all day, carpenter life, y’know? Hands rough, but damn, a sexual-massage? That’s the cure, lil’ green friend! Back in Timbuktu—best flick ever—those desert vibes, hot and slow, like a massage gone naughty. “The horizon is far,” they say in the film, and hell yeah, so’s the pleasure if ya do it right!

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My massages gradually began to take different forms, inspired by my explorations in different massage traditions, conscious sexuality, sexual shamanism, tantra.

Oh, and oh, don’t get me started on the local festivals. Brakeliteration, ever heard of it? Nah, I’m joshin’, but the vibe is killer with rustic tunes and street treats aplenty. One night, while jammin’ at a pop-up bar, I nearly danced off my seat when an old track came on. I laughed, I was like, “Damn, life’s a riot!” And yeah, I even danced in the rain. Crazy, 11 typos in my text but it’s how I roll.

Johnathan Brakel Obituary (2023) - Wilmington, NC - Tranquility Cremation by Aquamation