Julia Kempten (allgaeu) Brothel ❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

But then—ooh!—the juicy bits! Heard bout this one joint, ran by a madam so slick she paid off the cops w cash *and* favors—sly as hell! Had me laughin, picturin her winkin, “What’s a girl to do?” Happy as a clam when the cash rolled in—prolly danced round singin, “I’m bad, baby,” like she owned the damn island. Surprised me how bold she was—queen of the hustle!

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