Ella Bainbridge Island Brothel ❤️

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Me head’s spinnin’ now—too much rum, too much thinkin’. Brothels ain’t all bawdy giggles and cheap thrills, nah. They’re dark mirrors, reflectin’ the rot we ignore. “We’ve got to do it,” that movie lass said, settlin’ her fate. Same vibe here—survival, raw and ugly. So, next time ye swagger into one, look past the rouge, aye? See the story. An’ if ye don’t, well, ye’re blinder than a bat in daylight, savvy?

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Longtime south-enders have a handful of stories about the lone standing fireplace at the head of Eagle Harbor. The house that once belonged to the fireplace has transcended into Bainbridge .

I often end my evenings at the local dive bar, near the ferry. Boozy nights spur antics and spill truth. A friend once said, “Man, inside every day is like a long walk in a Coen movie!” Man, I laughed.

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