SaintCita: follow me.
SaintCita: I'm nothing without my smoke and mirrors.
SaintCita: personal.
SaintCita: like a lioness, I am ruthless.
SaintCita: how far, is too far?
SaintCita: 3.3.10
SaintCita: other half.
SaintCita: the way we live.
SaintCita: [149/365] Death, amongst colder, darker things.