So on a lark and an oooooold recommendation from an old friend, I had the Emanuelle movies on my Netflix queue and one came in.  And I'm rolling through it and it's... well, there's some gross stuff, BUT all of a sudden I see this steam room and I think "that looks REALLY familiar."  And then there's a pool and I thought "that looks a lot like the pool and the chairs and OH MY GOD THEY SHOT A DIRTY MOVIE AT MY OLD HOUSE!"  That might have been THE most mind blowing thing to have EVER happened to me.  Especially because the movie is supposed to take place in New York and the house is in Italy.  And it's not like they dug the pool and did a scene there, it's 17 MINUTES of screen time!

And you know what?  The house BARELY changed in the 20 years or so since that movie and the time I lived in it.  The freaking standing scale and pool basket are both in the same places!  It was a mix between sentimental nostalgia and abject horror.  WOW.