Working from home was supposed to feel liberating. Instead, I’m a bathrobe-clad hostage in my own kitchen, spying on suburban affairs and losing my grip on reality—one Zoom call at a time.

I pay $2,600/month to live next to an emotional support Rottweiler and a neighbor who vapes like it’s cardio. Here’s what the Norfolk VA rental market actually feels like—overpriced, absurd, and padded with more fees than a college tuition bill.

I made $1,000 in passive income without effort, ambition, or moral clarity. You can too—if you’re okay sleeping through capitalism and...