Katherine Kempten (allgaeu) Whore ❤️

About Cologne

Angry? Oh, when johns stiffed her – loud on my line, screamin’. “Cowardly little toads!” I’d yell in my head. Happy? When she’d hum, waitin’ – soft, eerie tune. Surprised? Dude, once she mailed me cookies. Burnt, nasty, but damn, effort, yah? “The night is darkest before dawn,” and she was that flicker, messy but real.

Every little corner of Kempten tells a tale: the old church towers over Kongress-Straße, mystic and full of history, just like the silent cry of lost souls in the film. I swear, sometimes I feel like the city itself is a therapist, whisperin’ secrets of ancient love and bygone eras.

Where Chefs Go: Oberallgäu, Germany