My brother once had a job reviewing claims for a major health insurance company. The large daily stack of claims from people claiming they were injured during sex was the most entertaining part of his job.
Tell me about it.
I once lived next door to a cute blonde law student who needed considerable daily stress relief (seriously, up to six or seven times a day) and was a screamer.
Never heard a peep out of her boyfriend tho. Until the day HE screamed. Then quickly left (assumed after getting dressed) ... could be heard stumbling/limping down the hallway sobbing in agony.
Didn’t hear anything from her apartment again until she moved out at thecend of the term.