I Lived above an Illegal Massage Parlor

<p>Two years ago, my roommate Jake and I were walking past the storefront of our apartment building when we realized our unscrupulous, degenerate landlord had opened a massage parlor. It was fairly obvious that it was a front for a hand-job salon.</p> <p><img alt="" src="https://miro.medium.com/v2/resize:fit:700/1*HanSuJRaOCXMAkK7oI03ZQ.jpeg" style="height:502px; width:700px" /></p> <p>The customers who frequented the place were sweatpants-and-sandals types. And they were always hanging outside, smoking shamelessly.</p> <p><a href="https://thebolditalic.com/i-lived-above-an-illegal-massage-parlor-3a3bb9687ab1"><strong>Visit Now</strong></a></p>