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Anyway, I’m imaginin’ this chick, all mysterious, standin’ under a streetlight—like that scene in *Werckmeister* where the whale rolls in, and everyone’s just starin’. “What is this creature?” I’m mutterin’ to myself, half-excited, half-freaked. Do I wave? Say hi? Toss cash like a gangster? I’m overthinkin’ it, obvi—my brain’s a mess, like, “Tina, chill, it’s not a date!” But I’m hyped too—somethin’ about the grit, the realness, gets me goin’. Prostitution’s old as dirt—did ya know ancient Rome had “lupanars”? Brothels with freaky murals—talk about decor goals!

Mug shots released of nine women arrested in prostitution sting in Beaumont

The main drag is Main Street. Seriously, you can stroll it and feel the pulse of folks hustlin’, jokin’, sometimes cryin’ too. There’s this cafe—Brew & Chew—that’s my go-to when I need to clear my head after a tough session at the counseling center. You know, in my line of work, you learn that every cracked smile hides a storm of emotions. As Margaret (that flick, ya know?) once kinda hinted, “Sometimes, the heart can be a terrible, terrible thing,” and I see that everyday here.

Phillip Beaumont, Lieutenant