Delilah Kempten (allgaeu) Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Cologne

Oi mate, ‘ere’s me, Mr. Bean, mumblin’ ‘bout prostitutes, heh! Stumblin’ round, arms flailin’, thinkin’—ooh, tricky topic, innit? Saw this lass once, proper tart, yeah, workin’ the corner near me flat. Reminds me o’ *Moonrise Kingdom*, ya know? “We’re in love, we’re runnin’ away!”—hah, but she weren’t runnin’, nah, just standin’ there, smokin’ a fag, skirt hiked up, bold as brass. Made me chuckle, it did—*plink*, tripped over me own feet watchin’ her!

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