Summary of “I spent 2 years cleaning houses. What I saw makes me never want to be rich.”

I worked for a company cleaning houses for two years.
I found the houses on little winding roads, the hidden keys tucked under gnomes or rugs.
I had 20 clients and two or three houses a day to get to, anyway.
If I cleaned houses quicker than the girl who’d replace me, clients would want to continue paying the lower rate.
The owner spent a lot of time in the hospital, and so his house stayed clean, except for dust that settled on the kitchen counters and the dining room table.
I saw the lady from the Porn House after cleaning one time, at the store.
I got used to the loneliness these houses held.
I vowed never to have a house bigger than I could clean myself.

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