Delilah Kempten (allgaeu) Whore ❤️

About Essen

She sneaky, y’all. Heard tell she once sweet-talked ol’ Jimmy into givin’ her his last dollar—his LAST dollar, chile! And he ain’t even blink! I was hot, steam comin’ outta my ears, ‘cause that’s triflin’. Who does that? Whore, that’s who! She slicker than a can of grease, slippin’ through life like she ain’t got no shame. Hmph! “Buy M-O a drink,” she prolly said, battin’ them lashes. Disgustin’!

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