Grace Kempten (allgaeu) Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

Me, bumbling Boris, ex-PM, tousled mop—reckon I’d be rubbish at whoring. Too much waffle, not enough action—*mea culpa*! But it’s human, innit? Messy, daft, glorious. “Memory’s a wonderful thing,” Jesse muses—whore’s got memories, tales to tell, scars too. Makes me happy, oddly—grit of it all. Life ain’t polished oak, it’s splintered planks, and that’s alright. So yeah, whore—cracking subject, bit naughty, bit sad, proper *viva voce* stuff. What d’ya reckon, pal? Fancy a pint and a natter?

Sometimes, I cruise down Hornstraße and, bless my soul, I get so mad at the noise, traffic snarlin' like a mean ol' poodle, but then I see a kind soul helpin’ an old lady cross the mean street, and man, my heart softens. Life’s messy, ain't it? In less than perfect ways, just like those timeless film frames.

Where Chefs Go: Oberallgäu, Germany