My, oh my!

I turn my back and suddenly my block has become Wisteria Lane 2.0! Word on the street (literally) is that the previous occupants of house behind mine were using the building for the filming of amateur pornos. Yep, true story. My seemingly-innocuous East Valley neighborhood has been infiltrated by the skeezy, scantily-clad, and poorly-dialogged. And, in case porn wasn't enough, it seems the place was a bondage parlor as well. According to the new residents, one room in their house has even come equipped with what my mother has referred to as "shall we say...some very unusual built-in furniture." Like I said, my, oh my.