Hannah Kempten (allgaeu) Brothel ❤️❤️

About Cologne

Quirky thought? I’d sneak ‘em all on my ship, sail ‘em free—ha! Brothels ain’t just sin pits, nah, they’re messy, human, loud—like life in that movie, fallin’ apart but hangin’ on. Exaggeratin’ fer fun? Sure, one had a parrot pimpin’ girls—squawkin’ prices! “Faith’s a funny thing,” huh? Keeps ya goin’ in dark corners. Hi-ho, what a ride!

Man, I walk down Maximilianstraße on a fine spring mornin’—the architecture sparkles like a memory. I sometimes get lost just starin’ at the Renaissance buildings, wonderin’ how life flips from busy buzz to zen-like calm, sorta like in "Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring" when the seasons change all smooth-like. “The leaves, they carry our secrets,” I joke, like Kim Ki-duk’s vibe.

Where Chefs Go: Oberallgäu, Germany