04.05.01
In retrospect, perhaps I should have noticed the marked lack of noise coming from next door. The absence of angry, belligerent yelling, whining, and complaining. The television viewing, uninterrupted by the whir of a hot tub. The silence instead of loud, poorly-faked orgasms.
The other day when I was walking pass the massage parlour, I noticed a sign in the window that read, "This location is closed. Please visit us at (alternate address)."
That's right, my landlord finally did the Christian thing and kicked out the hookers! Apparently, they brought down the level of the building and made it seem disreputable to potential tenants.
Personally, I thought that it was the fact that men were put off by the idea of paying for lousy sex with skanky whores, all a mere two blocks from the Johnson County Sheriff Department.
Who would have thought?
