I’m fairly sure my neighbours are drug dealers.
Or that they have a prostitution ring going on, because there is a constant stream of men visiting the two friends/sisters/whatever they are, who live there.
Actually, to be honest, I’m not sure exactly who lives there. The two girls are the ones I see the most, but I have noticed lately that there’s another girl who is hanging around as well.
In the beginning they were SUPER noisy and I was kept awake at all hours of the night by their Chinese hip-hop and by a pounding of some kind. I have no idea what that was, but if you’ve ever visited a construction site where bags of cement are dropped from great heights or jackhammers are the norm, you’ll know what I mean.
After a few complaints from the angry, old man downstairs and my occasional thump on the wall to tell them to keep it down, they settled into a type of post-coital bliss. I for one, am very glad, but I do wonder, how long it will be before something new happens. I know I shouldn’t think like that, but that’s the pessimist in me.
I guess time will tell.