The night I found out my beautiful flatmate was using her posh London room to sell sex, by ELLA MANN. The noises and men in the kitchen were the first clues. Then I overheard the most repellent conversation... and it broke me ⊕⊕

With a laugh, the letting agent told me that my new flatmate was a 'content creator'. Later, I wondered whether that chuckle was trying to tell me something.