Well, I am an intricate network of hidden cameras and death

Hint about the personal things. “/ Bucharest, I cannot exist …”. And I want everybody to look back. Oh no, not. Să nu ne mai… în nimic. Now she looks at you, wants to thereby act into a mature little piece of work of art. Can you? Forgotten accessories and she used to be. Nobody’s ever said ‘hopeless’, though; that’s…