Mila Kempten (allgaeu) Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

Hate the pimps, tho—slimy fucks. Exploitin’ girls like they’re meat. Saw one get his ass beat—laughed so hard I cried. Prostitutes got humor, too—Mary’d say, “I fuck for freedom, Creed!” Sarcasm drippin’, gold. Exaggeratin’? Maybe—but they’re warriors, man. “I must break you”—nah, they break *me* with their grit. Thoughts in my head? Wish I could save ‘em all—stupid, huh? Ain’t no knight, just a fighter. Still, they’re the real Rome—beautiful, fucked, alive.

And oh boy, don’t even get me started on Ehinger-Platz. That square’s got vibes; it's like a stage for life’s raw drama—kids playin', couples argue-and-make-up, and the elderly watchin’ time pass by, remindin’ me that every season is a new page in our story.

Where Chefs Go: Oberallgäu, Germany