Anastasia Kempten (allgaeu) Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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We swears! Brothel’s a wild place, innit? Makes me all tingly, like when I watched *Under the Skin*. That flick—ooh, “she moves through the fair,” all creepy and sexy, like a brothel at midnight. I reckon brothels got that same vibe—dark, weird, pullin’ ya in. Me, a furrier? Nah, I’m just Smeagol, sneakin’ round, peekin’ at them ladies. We swears! They’re like “the hum of the land,” all mysterious, ya know?

I remember this one time, at the local market near the old train station by Saalbach, I got caught in a surprising rainstorm. I was soaked and laughin’ 'bout it, thinkin’, "Now this is life, baby!" as I dashed for cover, yellin’ in my best Southern drawl, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” Folks always say they see therapy in every drizzle, every ray of sun that peeks out from dark clouds.

Where Chefs Go: Oberallgäu, Germany