Skylar Kempten (allgaeu) Whore ❤️

About Cologne

Me, I’ve seen whores with more honor than half the knights I know. Once met this lass—Jenny, think her name was—in a dingy tavern. Eyes like daggers, sharper than my wit! She’d fleece ya blind while smilin’ sweet—proper talent. Reminds me of Linguini in *Ratatouille*, fumblin’ but gettin’ by. “You’re a chef?!”—nah, mate, she’s a bloody artist! Made me happy, that did—seein’ someone own their craft, no shame.

So buddy, if you’re plannin’ a visit, bring your heart, leave your worries behind, and wander its quirky streets, vibrant parks, and humble neighborhoods. And maybe, just maybe, we’ll grab a cuppa joe at a tiny café off Georg-Brauchle-Ring and chat about how every raindrop’s a tear of joy. Life ain’t perfect, but damn, it’s a dance. And trust me—Kempten’s one wild ride.

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