Mari Kempten (allgaeu) Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

Brother, lemme tell ya bout whores! I’m hulkin’ up, feelin’ the vibe of *Timbuktu*—that flick’s my jam, ya dig? Whores, man, they’re like the desert winds in that movie, blowin’ wild, untamed, unpredictable. “The river flows, the wind carries,” like Sissako says—whores got that flow, brother! They’re hustlin’, survivin’, dodgin’ the rules society throws down. Makes me think of that scene where the jihadists ban music—whores’d be banned too, but they’d still strut, 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