Ada Kempten (allgaeu) Brothel ❤️

About Munich

Once had this chick, right? Masseuse with hands like a freakin angel. She’s rubbin me down, and I’m thinkin, “This is art, man.” Slow strokes, deep presses — got me hard as a rock and floatin at the same time. Little known fact: back in ancient Rome, they’d do this shit with olive oil and a side of orgy. True story! Called it “massage with benefits,” ya dig? Made me happy as a pig in shit, but then — bam! — she charged me double. Pissed me off, man, I was fumin. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I growled in my head, imaginin her boss on a platter.

Every little corner of Kempten tells a tale: the old church towers over Kongress-Straße, mystic and full of history, just like the silent cry of lost souls in the film. I swear, sometimes I feel like the city itself is a therapist, whisperin’ secrets of ancient love and bygone eras.

Sligo Town Twinning continues successful twinning links with Crozon and Kempten