Mia Kempten (allgaeu) Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Munich

Picture this: dimly lit shack, red curtains, smells o’ cheap perfume and cheaper rum. Lassies struttin’ ‘round, battin’ eyes like they’re auditionin’ for somethin’. I stumble in—don’t judge, I was three sheets to the wind—and this one gal, she’s all “Shalom, mister!” like she’s in a bleedin’ synagogue, not a whorehouse! Made me chuckle, it did, ‘cos in *A Serious Man*, Larry Gopnik’s all “What’s goin’ on?!” when life kicks him in the arse. Same energy, mate—brothel’s chaos, but it’s honest chaos.

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