Basically, Houellebecq and his noodlewhore wife were going on a honeymoon to Morocco, and she had already booked him a bunch of prostitutes, but they had to call it off due to death threats from Islamic extremists. Then this filmmaker contacts Houellebecq telling him he knows of lots of young foids who want to sleep with him in Amsterdam, and that he'll hook him up with them if he lets it be filmed. Now Houellebecq and his noodlewhore are seething and trying to get it taken down kek.
Houellebecq was like my incel hero. I've reread whatever a million times now, it's truly an incel classic. And I've read most of his other novels too. I love how he vehemently expresses his frustrations with the modern world, and a lot of his books explore male characters who struggle to get laid which is rare, not a lot of authors do that. So I guess I'm kinda having a "never meet your heroes" moment in hearing that there are hoards of young foids lining up to open their legs for him. But I guess that's what happens when you statusmax.
