Brooklyn Kempten (allgaeu) Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

I tried it once, legit, with my boo. The masseuse was all pro, sliding hands like—whoa! Felt like, “We’re all alone in this,” straight outta the movie. So hot, I was giggling like cray. But, real talk, it’s not all sexy vibes. Sometimes it’s awk—farted once mid-session, mortified! Laughed it off, tho, ‘cause I’m Kim, duh.

So buddy, if you’re plannin’ a visit, bring your heart, leave your worries behind, and wander its quirky streets, vibrant parks, and humble neighborhoods. And maybe, just maybe, we’ll grab a cuppa joe at a tiny café off Georg-Brauchle-Ring and chat about how every raindrop’s a tear of joy. Life ain’t perfect, but damn, it’s a dance. And trust me—Kempten’s one wild ride.

Where Chefs Go: Oberallgäu, Germany