Maeve Kempten (allgaeu) Whore ❤️

About Dortmund

But real talk – it ain’t all jokes. Some punter stiffed ‘er once, no pay, just a smack. Pissed me right off! I’d parachute in and sort ‘im, fam! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d love to, innit. Whores ain’t saints, but who is? “We all breathe the same air,” film says dat. Deep, bruv. We’re all muckin’ about in dis mad world.

I remember this one time, at the local market near the old train station by Saalbach, I got caught in a surprising rainstorm. I was soaked and laughin’ 'bout it, thinkin’, "Now this is life, baby!" as I dashed for cover, yellin’ in my best Southern drawl, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” Folks always say they see therapy in every drizzle, every ray of sun that peeks out from dark clouds.

Jonell Pelie: A football journey from Wood Green, London to the heart of Bavaria