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Smiling coyly, Christy steps on stage. Framed by red velvet curtains, he tosses aside his coat with a flourish–ooh-la-la–and reveals his French maid costume, the skirt barely covering his G-stringed buttocks. The all-female onlookers applaud, and Christy blushes. At his feet, a banquet table is spread with imported cheeses, noodles…