Jasmine Kempten (allgaeu) Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

Oi, you donkey! Prostitute, yeah? Filthy business, innit! Been thinkin bout this tart—total mess, like Godard’s “Goodbye to Language”. “The image speaks,” he says—bollocks! She’s out there, struttin, all fake smiles, legs for days. Makes me wanna scream, “Idiot sandwich!” at every punter fallin for it. Saw this one bird, right, workin Soho back in ‘98—swear she had a pet rat, called it “Monsieur”. Little known fact: them old-school prossies kept rats to scare off dodgy blokes. Clever, eh? Got me laughin—rat’s smarter than the johns!

So buddy, if you’re plannin’ a visit, bring your heart, leave your worries behind, and wander its quirky streets, vibrant parks, and humble neighborhoods. And maybe, just maybe, we’ll grab a cuppa joe at a tiny café off Georg-Brauchle-Ring and chat about how every raindrop’s a tear of joy. Life ain’t perfect, but damn, it’s a dance. And trust me—Kempten’s one wild ride.

Where Chefs Go: Oberallgäu, Germany