Hermann Vaske interviews Michel Houellebecq
I met Michel Houellebecq in a Frankfurt hotel surrounded by strip bars and nightclubs. After I talked to Michel’s wife, my assistant and me were invited to his hotel room.
I met Michel Houellebecq in a Frankfurt hotel surrounded by strip bars and nightclubs. After I talked to Michel’s wife, my assistant and me were invited to his hotel room.
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