Charlotte Kempten (allgaeu) Brothel ❤️❤️

About Cologne

What gets me happy? The stories. Heard this yarn bout a Victorian brothel—lass hid a duke’s jewels (not those ones, ya perv) in her corset. Cunning bird! Surprised me, tho, how grim it gets—girls trapped, no way out. “The sky is heavy,” like in *Timbuktu*. Pisses me off, that. I’d infiltrate, bust it up, but I’m no saint—just a spy who loves a thrill.

Now, lemme tell ya—Betzenhausen’s a gem, a neighborhood less known to outsiders but oh boy, it’s home, real home, with secret alleys and cute cafes where I’ve had honest convos with folks strugglin’ with family drama. I be ramblin’ on about how life is like a winding river—as livin’ here got taught me more than any book. And speakin’ of rivers, the Iller flows quietly near the city edges, addin’ that soft murmur to the urban chorus.

Where Chefs Go: Oberallgäu, Germany