Sarah Kempten (allgaeu) Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

So, prostitutes—grubby, gorgeous, gutsy lot. I’ve seen ‘em in King’s Landing, dolled up in silks, smellin’ like roses, but half the time they’re dodgin’ fists or worse. Makes me mad, ya know? These girls—some barely past 16—sellin’ their bits just to eat. Little fact for ya: back in old Japan, geishas weren’t even hookers, nah, they were artists, but folk still called ‘em whores. Pisses me off—callin’ a craft a sin.

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