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So, we’re talkin’ rates, me and her. She’s cool, no bullshit. Says, “Thirty, full deal.” Hate negotiatin’, but fair’s fair. Hand her the cash, crisp bills—none of that digital garbage. She winks, says, “You’re a weird one.” Damn right, I am. Hate normal. We head off, and I’m thinkin’, this beats watchin’ Cathy cry over her pansy gardener any day.

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Sep 27,  · I don't stand on street corners or dress in thigh-high boots and miniskirts. Even when I am heading out the door to a "meeting", you'd never know I was a prostitute.

Then, the power goes out. Just like that. One minute, I’m buzzin’ away, and the next, it’s pitch black. I’m thinkin’, “Great, now I’m stuck in a horror movie.” But then, I hear laughter. It’s the teens again, crackin’ jokes in the dark. I can’t help but chuckle. Morag’s got this weird way of bringin’ people together, even in the dark.

Morag Myerscough designs fluorescent Love and Unity installation for UK church