Smell of female! Lipstick traces…big red hearts drawn on bathroom mirrors. Crashed neon lights, clubs closing, streets getting desert, cats escaping from garbage cans. Three female bodies showing up from the dark…suspicious minds trapped inside, there remains madness. That’s not a scandal, that’s not a secret; it’s not a moral issue. Open your eyes, prepare your ears. The discs are packed…compact! A small room with flowered wallpaper splashed with red wine. Doors opening, cars coming, cash flowing. The music is playing!! Big red fingernails scratching the records, bodies dancing…The excessive belief in their own abilities. Fire started, boys attracted, old women jumping from their windows, flies smashed, jars crashed… That’s not luxury, it’s vanity!
