When I turned around, I saw a huge photograph of a skinny nude lady with perky breasts, an arched back, a tilted head, and a hidden face covering the opposite wall. I flipped the channels to see women giving blowjobs and fondling each other. On my TV, two naked blonde women and a man in a bathing suit scuba dived. "We worship women here," a guide said before walking me past a salad bar flanked with nude female busts, doors with posters of hourglass figures, and a beach with feminine butts carved in the sand. Weirdly, a painting of the Mona Lisa with one exposed breast greeted me in the lobby. "Has anyone ever told you that you look like the Mona Lisa?" he added before I stepped into the car. He'd noticed me waiting for a van destined for Hedonism II, a clothing-optional resort known for its swingers and rampant PDE (that's "public displays of erection," I'd soon learn). "You're a wild girl, aren't ya?" a driver called out as I took in my first view of the cottage-speckled hills surrounding Montego Bay's airport.
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