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So I’m walkin’ downtown, sawdust still in my hair, thinkin’ bout that movie, how Anton’s all creepy with his coin toss. And bam! This chick’s standin’ there, fishnets, red lips, lookin’ like trouble. I’m like, “Hiiiiii! You sell… hugs?” She laughs, says, “Nah, sugar, more than that.” I’m clueless, right? “More than hugs? Like… sandwiches?” She rolls her eyes—rude!—and I’m all, “Ohhh, you’re a PROSTITUTE!” Took me a sec, I ain’t bright.

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

Then there's the uptown part, where old brick buildings tell stories. In Alley 12, where a tiny mural of a buckin’ bronco gets all the street cred—it’s kinda like the raw spirit of that movie: bold, untamed, and kinda tragic sometimes.

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