as much as I’d love to unveil the whole finished forbidden fruit, I fear the great algorithmic eye will strike me down with a ban hammer. so I leave it ajar, just enough for you to peek through. imagine it: not censored, not pixelated, just unapologetically bare in the way a peeled orange might blush if it knew it were being watched. no, I can’t blur that part and post it. to cover it would be a betrayal. nudity isn’t vulgar; it’s just vulnerability. but I respect the temple of rules we worship here (sincerely, I do). so go ahead. picture what you must. let your neurons wander past the digital fig leaf. just promise me you’ll be gentle with your imagination. or don’t.