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About Leipzig

Yo, what’s good, fam? I’m Eric Andre, chaotic as fuck, and I’m here to spill some tea on “whore” — yeah, that word, that vibe, that whole damn mess! So, like, “whore” ain’t just some chick bangin’ for cash, nah, it’s deeper, wilder, messier — like that sex scene in *Blue Is the Warmest Color*, you feel me? “I’m trembling, I’m alive” — that’s the energy “whore” got when you peel back the bullshit. It’s raw, it’s loud, it’s fuckin’ unhinged, and I’m OBSESSED.

Stefanie Friedland: Whore

Adam Friedland's grandfather skipping town after selling office space to the secret police.

You got the little alleys too – die Gassen of Friedland. They twist and turn, hide surprises. I once stumbled upon a speakeasy on Schillerstr. Only locals know it. It was mad fun! I met a cheeky chap who said, "Life is but a series of random rendezvous."

Regina Sassoon Friedland