From Russia with Sluts
From Russia with SlutsI awoke from my bed to hear the distant sound of a bass line from the uptempo music emanating from outside my bedroom window. It was a warm summer night. I checked my phone. 3 am.The party was still going on. It had been in full swing all day and night. It was really raucous when I first went to sleep earlier, and now it had quietened down a little, though still noticeable.The reason for the celebratory occasion from my new neighbours? A housewarming party.You see, there...