House Cleaning

So to preface, I make a living cleaning houses. Though, one house in particular made me so vehemently uncomfortable that I wanted out as quickly as possible. It says a lot when I would rather scrub a toilet that's covered in dry poop than be in there any longer than I was. Imagine walking into a master bathroom and seeing paintings of phalluses plastered at every which way you turn. There's even a statuette of a boner sitting on the side of the tub you're suppose to be scrubbing. Then you go upstairs, turn a corner, and then you suddenly come across a bondage porn studio right out in the open. It wasn't even behind a door, it's just right out in the open space in front of window of all things. And you have to clean the bathroom right next to it. Suffice to say, I got the job done as quick and as reasonably as I could with my head down. It was so weird and shady that I didn't want to be there any longer than I had to. Beyond the home of sexuals, my day was just about average. I did get home late, but it's all okay as long as I have the time to have a discord call with with friends and fiance before bed and have to do it all over again until Saturday. I've been looping Formalin since this morning and absolutely love this song.

Goodnight and God Bless.