Audrey Kempten (allgaeu) Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

Been around ‘em, yeah, back in the Black Sabbath days. One lass, swear she nicked me wallet – didn’t even notice, too pissed! Little known fact, mate – some o’ these girls in old London, they’d smuggle gin in their garters. Crafty sods! Gets me blood boilin’ thinkin’ how they’re treated tho – society’s all “oh, filthy whores,” but who’s payin’ ‘em, eh? Hypocrites, man, makes me wanna scream “Sharon!” louder!

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