Everything was above board. I was just there to read their water meter, or, more specifically, ask them where exactly their water meter was located.
I was admittedly sus going in. The name on the door said Jemma's of (insert un-named suburb here). Situated in the back of an industrial area, i figured that Jemma wouldn't be providing a professional knitting service.
I went up the stairs (another bad sign!) and was quickly unsettled. Now, it wasn't exactly the set of a porno and i was the young buck "here to clean the pool (i mean read the water meter)," but the "receptionist" was not comprehending what i was trying to communicate (i hope she wasn't trying to decipher an obscure euphemism) so i quickly left.
The experience did get me thinking. With a brothel across the road from church, how would a friendship work between a "workin girl" and someone in ministry?
Does a youth minister just walk up to reception and ask if anyone needs a friend? What happens if you're seen leaving?
Or, what happens if you know a prostitute prior to her becoming a "woman of the night?"
You wouldn't hang together while she was "on call," but can you chat out front at other times?
Finally, do you need to tell the senior minister what you are doing? What happens if they say no?
Jesus hung with prostitutes after all... should we?
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