"I opened a random door to find a BDSM dungeon and a hooded 'client' tied down. He assured me it was consensual, and I closed the door and continued the job."

Warning: This post discusses animal neglect.

"People always told me it looked like a model home when they came over. She used to count the number of hairs I left on the floor and then tell me about it. Not sure what she wanted me to do. Wear a hairnet in the house?"

"It was just really weird thinking back on it. I've been to a lot of ones with odd stuff, but for the most surreal one, that one won by a mile, against the guy literally โ€” and legally, too โ€” selling handguns out of his garage (he had a license)."

"None of the units (I think there were 8 or 12, it was a brownstone walk-up) were allowed to have doors, so people just sort of milled about the building. No one had any furniture besides drawing tables and mattresses on the floor, but the building was clean and beautiful. This was almost 20 years ago, and I still think about it and the characters who lived there!"

"More recently, I had a booking with a new client, and was HIT IN THE FACE by the smell of cat piss when I went to check the litter box condition in the garage. I asked him where his litter scoop was, and he said he didnโ€™t have one; he just let the box fill up and then threw it away. I freaked out a tad, and he had one delivered within the hour."

"The family was on Medicaid, food stamps, and other government assistance. But interestingly enough, they had the latest model color television set, CB radios, and other electronic gadgets I could not afford."

"My job was to swat the roaches off of him while he worked. I saw something fall out of the corner of my eye. I look up and see that the light fixture on the ceiling had started to heat up when we turned on the light, and the roaches were bailing out of it."

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