I Lived above an Illegal Massage Parlor

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.

The customers who frequented the place were sweatpants-and-sandals types. And they were always hanging outside, smoking shamelessly.

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