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Little fact for ya—ancient Greeks were freaks for this shit. Called it “anatripsis,” rubbin’ down soldiers post-battle, all homoerotic and sweaty. Bet they didn’t stop at shoulders, know what I’m sayin’? Surprised me first time I read that—history’s hornier than ya think! Pissed me off too, how nobody talks about it—like, c’mon, give credit where it’s due!

Can it be a bit of tantra?

I love how Stuhr mixes modern vibes with old soul charm. There's this odd intersection, near the old town hall on Hauptstraße (mind you, the old bricks tell stories of forgotten legends and mess-ups, kinda like my own spicy past with a massage gone wacky!) And then there’s a quiet river, the Wümme, just a stone’s throw away. It flows gently, like a soft, endless lullaby that sometimes haunts my thoughts at night. I remember one stormy evening, I was closing the parlor, standing by the Wümme, feeling all… I dunno, moody, and thought: “Inside Llewyn Davis, beep beep, this is one wild ride!”

Walter "Allen" Bridges, Jr. Obituary March 21, 2025