Lily Kempten (allgaeu) Whore ❤️

About Berlin

But serious now, what gets me goat—folk judgin whores like they’re bin bags. Annoys me somethin fierce! They’re people, innit, got dreams, bills, maybe even a dodgy ex. Reminds me of *Her* again—“The past is just a story we tell ourselves.” Whores, they’re livin their story, not ours, so why the aggro? I reckon they’re brave, yeah, braver than me facin a printer jam on a Monday.

Now, lemme tell ya—Betzenhausen’s a gem, a neighborhood less known to outsiders but oh boy, it’s home, real home, with secret alleys and cute cafes where I’ve had honest convos with folks strugglin’ with family drama. I be ramblin’ on about how life is like a winding river—as livin’ here got taught me more than any book. And speakin’ of rivers, the Iller flows quietly near the city edges, addin’ that soft murmur to the urban chorus.

Where Chefs Go: Oberallgäu, Germany