The man's freedom is stolen, I always say that when I'm among women (and only there), because there I'm seen as a strong woman - the girly girls support me, no matter how much the woodpecker hangs out of the window because crazyyyy, if you know what I mean. In the end, however, I adorn myself with feathers of a dress that is not mine or at least only put it on when someone is watching (as sort of a never naked); because the rest of the time, when I run outside undressed, when a pretty woodpecker smiles at me, all my teeth fall out of my mouth. Tya; there's nothing you can do about it and well! Actually, a few of the gentlemen aren't so bad; what do I say, not bad. They just do their job. Not bad, but perhaps not the best. But not bad! You know, I already had this face as a child, and you can hardly do anything right at this point, because vanity is already behind the streetlamp, with sharpened fingers and a Geiger counter. Bitz Bitz, everywhere sound of vanity. Well, you can't do anything about it now, because being beautiful is only fun as a man or at home. I don't do any of the things you do for beauty, I drink and smoke, but I use sunscreen, so I think youth is safe for me, no matter how much I gamble it away. You know, when I look at myself, I sometimes think it's outrageous how well I've been carved; knowing full well that I'm talking about my portrait view, not the profile, not the profile, please don't look there, friend, eyes on the eyes, I always say. Be that as it may, who cares, those to whom I lend my ear lose themselves the moment before they notice the sinking - and truly, it's not just the witch who has to say that, I think that's what it is, the power of magic!