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I rented out my home. The tenants turned it into a brothel

16 June 2018

9:00 AM

16 June 2018

9:00 AM

I had been in Los Angeles for less than a month when I received the call from a concerned neighbour back home in London. ‘Why are there men queuing up outside your flat at 3 a.m.?’ It was a good question. ‘And are you aware that a locksmith came over the other day to change your locks?’ I had no idea.

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