Delilah Kempten (allgaeu) Whore ❤️

About Berlin

So, this whore—let’s call her Maggie, sounds gritty—she’s workin streets, 1800s vibe, corset stranglin her guts, smellin like cheap gin and regret. Little known fact, yeah? Whores back then, some’d hide tiny knives in their hair—fancy that! Stab a bloke if he got rough. Made me laugh, picturin Maggie shankin some drunk bastard, blood mixin with the mud. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, smirkin—prolly tasted like stale ale and bad choices.

Every little corner of Kempten tells a tale: the old church towers over Kongress-Straße, mystic and full of history, just like the silent cry of lost souls in the film. I swear, sometimes I feel like the city itself is a therapist, whisperin’ secrets of ancient love and bygone eras.

Sligo Town Twinning continues successful twinning links with Crozon and Kempten