Sarah Kempten (allgaeu) Brothel ❤️

About Leipzig

Once heard this tale—some bloke married a girl from one! Swear, true story, mate! Saved her, all romantic—like Monty’s loyalty, but with a happy twist. Surprised me, warmed my mojo. Still, lotta sadness there—girls dreamin’ bigger, stuck in heels. “I’m not that guy,” Monty’d say, and I’m thinkin’, who is, man?

Now, lemme tell ya—Betzenhausen’s a gem, a neighborhood less known to outsiders but oh boy, it’s home, real home, with secret alleys and cute cafes where I’ve had honest convos with folks strugglin’ with family drama. I be ramblin’ on about how life is like a winding river—as livin’ here got taught me more than any book. And speakin’ of rivers, the Iller flows quietly near the city edges, addin’ that soft murmur to the urban chorus.

Where Chefs Go: Oberallgäu, Germany