My borders are not my limits. They are my doors. They are to be respected.

Let’s play. You ring a bell. Or knock. What’s your style? How subtle are you? How elegant would it be to have the key… to stealthily walk in at night… to watch me being me.

I’ll tell you a secret about a superior way of entering. I have a code. It’s been cracked once. Well almost. How, you’re asking? He found out that…

…I have no limits, and he did that by respecting my borders. But that show is not on public sale yet.