Here he is, the party god and king of dirty jokes. The ruler in the kingdom of the uninhibited and the unbridled – and seems very sober, trusting and devoted. Ikke Hipgold has made himself comfortable on the dark blue sofa in his production company, and there will be beer soon too. But before that, the man with a three-day beard, denim shirt and Puma sneakers would like to talk about a year that surprised and overwhelmed even him. The year of “Layla”.
Hands up again to get in the mood and sing, no, better bawl: “I have a whorehouse, and my whorehouse mom’s name is Layla, she’s prettier, younger, hornier. La-la-la-la-la-la-la-Layla , the beautiful Layla…”
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