Penelope Kempten (allgaeu) Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Cologne

Here’s a kicker—some dude in 1800s Paris wrote ‘bout prostitutes usin’ lemon juice as spermicide. Lemons! What’s next, pineapples? Hella random, cracked me up—imagine the smell! But yo, they’re crafty, always adaptin’. Makes me proud in a weird way—like, you go, girl, dodge that bullshit!

Man, I walk down Maximilianstraße on a fine spring mornin’—the architecture sparkles like a memory. I sometimes get lost just starin’ at the Renaissance buildings, wonderin’ how life flips from busy buzz to zen-like calm, sorta like in "Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring" when the seasons change all smooth-like. “The leaves, they carry our secrets,” I joke, like Kim Ki-duk’s vibe.

Where Chefs Go: Oberallgäu, Germany