Mia Kempten (allgaeu) Prostitute ❤️

About Leipzig

So, I’m strollin’ Soho, see this bird, proper fit, call ‘er Ruby. She’s got that *je ne sais quoi*, like Remy’s got for cookin’. I’m thinkin’, “Blimey, she’s got more class than a posh chef’s soufflé!” But it ain’t all glitz, mate. Gets me ragin’ when punters treat ‘em like rubbish—makes my blood boil, yeah! Ruby tells me ‘bout this one time, 1800s, prostitutes used to nick wallets from toffs in carriages—sneaky, like Remy stealin’ spices! Proper history, that. Not many know it, but them girls were crafty, always one step ahead.

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.

Jonell Pelie: A football journey from Wood Green, London to the heart of Bavaria