I live in suburbia.
Nothing exciting ever happens here.
Then there's this.
A brothel staffed with Chinese sex slaves.
Here. On the Main Line, in the affluent suburbs of Philadelphia.
Walking distance from my house.
Ordinarily I'd have been tickled pink at the idea of a brothel smack dab in the middle of all these stuffy Main Line folk's homes. Alas. Is it too much to ask that brothels treat people like real humans?