Lucia drags the bronze strigil firmly down a bather's arm, peeling off a grey ribbon of oil and dead skin, then flicks the residue toward the pool with a practiced wrist. She glances up at camera with a wry, weary half-smile as she speaks. Steam curls; brazier light dances on wet bronze. The murky water accepts the filth. The beat is grim, matter-of-fact intimacy. Locked-off close medium shot. ...
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