9 Lives of a Wet Pussy

Gypsy:
[narrating] I am laying out three cards, Hungarian fashion, representing Pauline's past. The Empress, eternal symbol of the female and fertility. The Emperor, symbol of fraternity and masculinity. And, the Devil, symbol of the domination of matter over spirit, of revolution and incest. But I knew this would read so. I know Pauline. She has her grandmother's soul.

Gypsy:
[narrating] There used to be times when I'd be so jealous with Pauline. I wouldn't accept her letters or answer her calls. She couldn't understand that. Why should she? She's never known a jealous moment in her life. You see, being her lover today would never mean you will be her lover tomorrow. It's as if she didn't have a memory. Only the one in her arms was the one she desired. And because of this, our love was impossible. I wanted to own her, and she couldn't be owned.