I hear real life stories from friends/ colleagues about wife swapping in a bridge club, swinging, hiring rentboys at the pied a terre while the husband is busy working overtime and paying the doorman off in crystal meth not to gossip, forcing the sale of a piece of art to purchase a new plot of land on the vineyard to prevent a neighbor from building nearby, internecine struggles for inheritances and makes one wonder why isn't there a telenovela out there depicting this. So, yeah, art sometimes does imitate life.