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I’m laying face down, naked, on a sandstone bench. I’m in a room with no door while an agile young Indonesian woman crouches over me. She alternates scrubbing and washing my skin with pouring large dippers of warm water across me to rinse. You can tell she’s used to Westerners because she asks permission to wash my breasts. And when I don’t even think twice, laying there while another woman washes me (and later scrubs my hair – something I NEVER allow), it’s that I realize my standards of body shyness and privacy have massively shifted. True, I confirmed in

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