It’s 10:30 when I turn into the lot of the massage parlor. My first client is at 11 and I like to get there early to make sure I’m ready, but when I pull up to the front, I see Melissa standing outside talking to two police officers. She’s a tough cookie, but she looks like she’s on the verge of having a breakdown. Quickly, I get out of the car and rush over to her.

“What’s going on here?” I ask. One of the officers glances at me, but Melissa chimes in before he can speak.

“They’re shutting us down, Cilla! Can you fucking believe that?!”

“Miss, I need...