Genesis Kempten (allgaeu) Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

Aight, check this—some chick in Rome, way back, registered as a pro. Taxed her ass, legit! Called ‘em “meretrix,” fancy word for hustler. Blows my mind, yo—governments pimpin’ too? Shits wild. Makes me mad, tho—society judgin’ hard. Like, “You’re nothin’ but a body,” they sneer. Same as *Dogville*—Grace gets used up. “I’m not that kinda girl,” she cries. But they don’t care, nah. Pisses me off, real talk.

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