Isabella Kempten (allgaeu) Whore ❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

Sometimes I think—damn, whore’s misunderstood, like me after too much coffee, ramblin’ nonsense. Haha, imagine Eli and Oskar judgin’ whore— “Hit me!” “No, you hit me!”—total chaos. Sarcasm aside, tho, it’s real shit—whore’s fightin’ a world that don’t care. Gets me emotional, man—happy they keep goin’, pissed it’s so damn hard. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but screw it—whore’s a freakin’ legend in my book.

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