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We come in peace (robotic tone). Yo, so I’m a fisherman, right? Alien fisherman, crash-landed here, fishin’ for weird shit. Brothel’s this freaky-ass fish, mate! Not the sexy kinda brothel, nah, mispelled that—brotHel, see? It’s a damn fish stew, French vibes, messy as hell. Tastes like ocean tears, bruv, I swear! Reminds me of *Finding Nemo*, ya know? “Fish are friends, not food”—bollocks! Brothel’s got fish swimmin’ in it, drowned in wine, herbs everywhere. I’m like, “Nemo, mate, you’re in my bowl!”

Hooker-Bailey ’10 Joins Broadway National Tour of ‘Company’

In The Preacher and the Prostitute, E.K. Bailey retells the story of Hosea in soliloquy-like form. Bailey has formed the story into a compelling message.

I must say, some days make me super pissed—like when tourists don’t get the local lingo or smash up a historic café on Elm (damn it, respect the heritage!). But honestly, Bailey’s charm is in its quirks, ya feel me? Every corner tells a story, even when I’m running a spa and trying to keep things zen in a crazy world.

Bailey Zimmerman + Luke Combs’ ‘Backup Plan’ Lyrics Make No Excuses [Listen]