The Neighbor...

I swear my building is like Melrose Place/Wisteria Lane/Dallas. I love living where I do. I also have great neighbors. Nice, quiet, hard working individuals who pick up the paper or a package for you when you are away, etc. A nice quiet neighbor is a blessing. I have often wondered about what these people do. I am not sure I know what the ladies across the hall do. I know one travels a lot. My other neighbor helps manage a café and the other neighbor, whose loft backs up to mine, is a whore. Yes folks I live next to a call girl/prostitute/hoochie/ho-what ever you want to call the world's oldest profession-that is her occupation. I don't care what she does as long as I don't have to hear it going on-if you know what I mean. She has been nothing but nice to me and has been, surprisingly, very quiet. I rarely ever hear a peep from her. I started hearing rumors that she was a "model" which turned to the rumor she was a call girl. I was curious so I went online and found her website(s). Yipes! I now know wayyyyy to much about her! For about 400 bucks an hour you can partake in her companionship. She is in the process of moving out. In a way it is a good thing and in another I will miss having such a quiet neighbor. These days many people do not really get to know the people they are living around. In the good ole days everyone knew each other. Now, not so much. I must say that I am guilty of not knowing my neighbors well and in this instance I wish I had not gone digging around on the internet. Oh well. I just hope my next neighbor will be just as quiet. Let's just hope they aren't a crack dealer