Sixty-sixth Street, 50th Street, twenty-six scenes of 21 people in total, eight hours and two sets of sex that were forbidden to close relatives.

She is a close entourage of her son and grandchildren, who are loved by the old and prosperous Gojuji Rokujuji grandmother. My grandmother, who is looking for loneliness before her husband, is the only one who can forgive her: her son, grandson, and her fingertips to fill in silence at the interrupted moment of conversation. My grandmother who is hungry for dense communication even though she knows that it is no good, greedy matriarchs who are flirting with meat bars familiar from childhood and ripeness. The bloody grandchildren live in the vagina of my grandmother, who is jealous of love!