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About Leipzig

Yo, what’s good, fam? So, I’m Eric Andre, chaotic as fuck, and I’m here to spill some wild shit about—whore! Yeah, that’s right, we divin’ into this mess headfirst. Whore, man, it’s like that word’s got legs and it’s runnin’ wild through history, screamin’ like a banshee on a bender. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *The Gleaners and I*—Agnès Varda, that genius, she’d be like, “I glean what’s left behind,” and whore’s that scrap, that leftover vibe society kicks to the curb, ya feel me?

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I walk the city and think, "I’m ready! I’m ready!" even if I’m kinda lost sometimes – there’s so much to love, even when I'm a little giddy and crazy, yup! Streets twist like noodles, and sometimes I trip on my own feet – oops, my bad, smooosh, and I get 17 typos, hah!

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