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Now, picture this—soft candlelight, creaky floors, giggles floatin’ like lil’ clouds. Reminds me o’ that line, “The faun is not a man, he’s a creature.” Brothels got that vibe—half real, half dream. You walk in, it’s a maze, like Ofelia’s labyrinth, but with corsets ‘n whiskey! I’d sip some, thinkin’, “Man, this place is alive!” Happy little vibes, even if it’s messy.

Tree is planted for Edith Ramsay, East End’s ‘Florence Nightingale of Brothels’

In the late s, Florence was a pretty rough place. There were lumber camps all over the place and there were also quite a few saloon/brothels.

Alright, so lemme tell ya bout East-Florence (us) in my own wee way. I’m a sexologist livin’ here – yup, years, man – and this place is wild. It’s like nature meets city life, like in Lost in Translation, ya know? Like, "I'm not sure what I'm doing anymore," kinda vibe, but in a cool, calm, and nature kinda way.

Florence pastor looks to build tiny home community in East Florence