Lydia Kempten (allgaeu) Whore ❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

She out here, honey, bold as brass, takin what she want—money, men, whatever! Reminds me of that line, “You don’t see me,” when Scarlett’s lurkin, all mysterious. Whore’s the same, slippin round corners, actin like we blind! Got me mad as a wet hen, cause she think she slicker than pig snot. Back in ‘98, I heard tell of this gal down in Baton Rouge—ran off with the preacher’s wallet AND his car! Left him prayin for mercy in his drawers—true story, y’all!

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.

Where Chefs Go: Oberallgäu, Germany