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Hmm, brothel, you say? Dark it is, this world! Twisted, sticky business, brothels be. “12 Years a Slave” I love—suffering, chains, freedom lost, it shows. Brothels, too, trap souls, hmm? Not whips, but coin and lust, bind them they do. “The life I lead, bitter it is,” Solomon Northup might say, stuck in that hell. Imagine, brothel workers—some forced, some choosing, all sweating for scraps. Do or do not, there is no try—once in, escape hard it becomes.

There's nothing glamorous about this sex industry

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 must add a quirky note: one rainy afternoon, I was strolled down to a tiny dive bar on Harbor Street (yep, a hidden gem!!) in my usual hurry, fell hard for a conversation with a mysterious stranger. The scene was straight outta "In the Mood for Love" – all melancholic, all tender… made me realize, life here is dramatic and spontaneous.

Bainbridge expands entertainment scene into the new year