Grace Kempten (allgaeu) Whore ❤️

About Munich

So, yeah, whore - dodgy, brill, messy life. Like “Caché,” all “who’s watchin’, who’s judgin’?” I’m off, stumblin’ out, teddy under me arm, mutterin’ - “Gotta find that tape!” Heh, classic me, eh? Whore’s a laugh, a shock, a tale - love it, hate it, can’t ignore it!

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