Streetwalker Reports

[ZaviJava]

With an overnight on the schedue with favorite regular. I meditated on bothering to head out beforehand yet ultimately meandered out JCB>82nd>Sandy & beyond between 9:45>11:00+- before heading downtown.

First seen was South of Flavel in the form of a thicker younger WSW in short dress & jacket above low heels & some upper thigh script tats. As I intercepted her at Henderson realized I've seen her in daylight earlier in summer. If I remember my past report correctly, I mentioned she likely was fuckable & cute in the past yet now entirely too scabby to stab. Moot point as she scowled at me as she passed by...

Empty until Arts wall shadows where former pet hospital SSBSW gave me a wide smile I could see from across the street. I wish more of these 304 would at least throw a smile out more vs the usual vacuous looks...

McFlurrie central had a questionable quality mixed or BSW duo. One younger & trim in red jacket & dark jeans above fur topped boots. Her chunkier partner was the reverse in red pants & dark jacket. Yawns from the driver.

For the first time in several recons Murder Street had some 304 in the form of a rotating trio...

A wigged or blue haired Biafra bodied young BSW in black onesie thong & short jacket above 6" fuck me heels had some seriously impressive (though I bet chilly thigh gap) but nothing else of interest.

A sturdy WSW cute redhead in short black jacket showing some ample yet not excessive ass above purple heels had a perfectly painted set of lips. She'd nicely accessorized for the upcoming secular holiday with a cat ear headpiece. She was the busiest of the three there & even though she had no competition was best 304 seen North tonight...

One more BSW in ill fitting track shorts above some leg warmers & sneakers below her weirdly shaped steamed ham butt. Laughs...

Upper Sandy to 119th & back just sucked ass...

With more than enough time to spare ran to Division for a bank deposit & one last foray North...

Spotted Galina (#5249 & 5275) near Glisan gas station area in jeans & fur trimmed jacket & hit up number to nothing. Stopped to chat her up & return the earring she'd lost at my place our last time around. Glad to get her earring back finally yet slightly irritated that it took me so long to return & that I wasn't looking for a date right at that particular moment. Gently reminded her I cut open an overflowing with copilot hair dusty ass vacuum bag to find that fucker & have left several unanswered messages that I had found it.

Sunny had an alright looking sturdy brunette WSW in short black mini with some strategically cut out ass sections above black & white heels. From the amount of vehicles I witnessed window talking & then driving away without her, I'm going to surmise her menu or ask was way out of line...

Tonight wasn't a very memorable recon & it it seemed to completely die off after 10:30+-...

A couple PPD SUV spotted on Sandy grade & another near division were the only seen. Headed downtown before the usual "fifteen-minute warning Zavi" text.

Picked up Merry downtown carrying a bag of liberated work foodstuffs. A quick stop at her place for some civilian clothes & laundry.

Sitting at Foster light some impatient bellend in white dodge sedan blew through red from the turn lane. Before we reached Woodstock, two marked OSP came roaring past us in full pinball mode us out of nowhere. No idea where they were hiding.

Dodge dumbfuck was surrounded at the old Sting tavern. As we passed a 3rd 0 SP pulled up. Nice to end the recon with some deserved poetic justice....

Have to make a margarita since copilot & I are soon off trick or treating with the neighbor boys & like recons, alcohol is a necessity.

Recon Soundtrack: Jefferson Airplane February 1, 1968 at The Matrix, SF. Saw the Airplane a couple times yet would have loved to see them this early in their career in such a small & intimate club.

Safe recons & life.

[Amp Guide]

Made a fast cruse out. One girl at Murder street area. Tall skinny Perhaps Latina, she looked fine. But I am sure she would want at least 2 or 3 bills.

Stopped at the 7-11 at the bottom of the hill. Occasionally you will meet a girl there who is trying to be under the radar. One short girl was at the counter trying to buy something but the card declined. It did not look like she was desperate to be a working girl yet. But she was somewhat clean looking and cute. Nice small size. I will have to keep an eye out for her.

Nothing from Popeye's to the stark street McD's pretty vacant as it was cold.

End of the month should bring them out as rent is due.

[Disodium]

It's been a while since I have hit the blade. Normal cruising hours somewhere between 11 pm-3 am. Does anyone know if it's even worth it with how cold it's been getting at night?

[ZaviJava]

Tuesday Lunchtime:

With the rain appearing hours earlier than scheduled, had to abort my days outside work. Was hoping it would pass. Despite my upper rain gear & the copilot's fur, we were about equal on who was the most miserably wet or chilled.

Short recon on way to barn Holgate>JCB around 12:15. Was mildly surprised that the far South had some lunchtime distractions available...

Woodstock vicinity had the strong eyebrows yet enchanting doe eyed brunette WSW young spinner seen randomly at times. Was all lowkey like in jeans & sweater under red umbrella. Every rare time I spot her she's getting scooped. Sighs...

One younger & light skinned sturdy BSW in tan romper & sweater @ Area 69. I've occasionally seen this one from Holgate>JCB. She's a few servings of Velveeta away from cottage cheese.

One thick thighed pudgy pale faced WSW at Cartlandia in ass cheek exposing jean shorts & blue hoodie above white socks & black sneakers threw me a wave to meet her in lot. Thanks, but no...

Recon Soundtrack: Sonny Clark - "Cool Struttin".

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ECL_ouklWZQ


Thursday Afternoon:

Finishing up latest gig around 2:00 & unloading tools done by 3:00. My fishing buddy texted "wanna' do a Tabor copilot walk" along "with your Coho is done". The copilot & both felt in the mood, her more than me yet I needed a six pack & the smoked Coho for tacos I was planning for dinner.

Galvanized by finished gig & this sunny afternoon, decided after walking on 4:00>4:45 JCB>82nd>Sandy>JCB look to the copilots' increasing noisy stomachs displeasure.

First seen was Quasimodo near Crystal Springs painfully hobbling along. Watching her head South made wince. I thought my feet hurt today...

Nothing until Taboo Bakery where a sturdy WSW brunette in blue running shorts above shocking pink sneakers was heading towards rear entrance. Didn't care...

Multnomah had a young & crisp possible ASW in tight white slacks & cream jacket above very shiny white patent leather flats acting all THOT like. That ass was tight enough to ricochet nickels off. Was walking in for some silver sedan on my way South later.

Empty of all 304 to 119th & back.

Last seen was the fat assed meh soured faced BSW or mixed fake redhead at Sunny in her blue & white edged running shorts. Absolutely nothing to see here Zavi.

Another run down the avenue that was devoid of PPD SUV & the like.

That is all. Yawns...

Recon Soundtrack: Gram Parsons "The Complete Reprise Sessions". disc 1.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1YeMnZ80ejA

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X4VUEl2ZmJA

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XsDoEPRzEvE

Safe recons & life.

[ZaviJava]

Well written report with some laughs in it...

[Dave89]

During that huge rainstorm a couple weeks back, I amused myself by driving my big ol' pickup through puddles and having a blast, like I have been doing for years and years. So of course I got stuff wet and had to spend an hour wringing out spark plugs and polishing the air filter and rotating the hood. Usual "I should have known better" kinda swearing got me through until the motor once again gasped to life and I decided to drive around a while in the hopes that the warm engine made everything dry again. Or at least gave me an excuse to do nothing useful for a couple hours. Around 8 pm I was going north from Sandy out past 148th, and expectedly saw absolutely nothing all the way to 82nd. In the dim recesses of time, legends are told of action out there, but the map should just read "the desolate wastelands" anywhere beyond the Grotto these days.

The 7-11 on Sandy had an early-30's WSW wearing a leather coat and boots. And that's basically it. Reminded me of that video Cher filmed on the battleship, only this gal had long light-brown hair devoid of curls with a face far-cuter than what I normally see in the zone. She was purchasing some of the fine wares inside that establishment while out by the bus shelter an early-20's BSW guy, shirtless and wearing mesh pants pulled down over his frankly-enviable ass (hey, I calls 'them like I sees 'them) while he flipped the long blue curls from his wig around and did a pole dance with more energy than anything one is likely to see in a strip club. He also made blowjob motions at every single car that passed. If nothing else, he's a highly-effective communicator.

Chuckling to myself, I turned south and saw a couple SWs by the tree hotel that I'm positive had some sort of physical description, perhaps even a good one, but all memory of them was immediately purged by the time I passed the bible college where an early-20's gothy Latina gal with long jet-black hair and a long-sleeve, short-skirt, skin-tight little black dress with a deep V-shaped neckline that went all the way to her waist. Two amazingly-perky large breasts fought their way out of confinement on either side while her otherwise-elfin body and mischievous smile nearly caused my car insurance to get much, much more-expensive. She was standing in the shadow a few feet back from the road, at night, dressed in black, but was still shockingly-visible. And clearly working, making eye contact with every car that drove by while primly holding her purse in both hands.

Whatever the daily limit is on my ATM card, it's probably not enough for what I wanted to do right there, but that, combined with being completely drenched in various engine juices and whatever was in that puddle aside from water, made me hesitate before circling back. Of course, by the time I was back on that block, Elvira's Latina kid sister was gone, presumably scooped by the large chrome-covered monstrosity of a parking lot princess truck that I saw make a 73-point turn in my rear view mirror immediately after I drove past.

Sighing and continuing south I saw nothing much aside from a cute curly-haired 40-ish WSW by the church in a huge, sensibly-warm jacket with a knit dress who waved as I passed. At Taboo I saw tons of cars in the parking lot with nobody milling about, which is usually the signal that some intrepid lady is putting on a show or making fantasies come true in the sinema, and that was it. I passed Flavel, where the plausibility of spotting more SWs usually ends, and proceeded to JCB, where we all pretend is where the plausibility ends.

Of course, the next dozen times I was driving, prepared, and presentable. Nothing even remotely in-line with my preferences was spotted, but the thrill is in the hunt!

[Yessirie]

At this point, I just follow this forum for the comedy and the photography.

And the Zavi recon soundtracks. That boy has taste!

[ZaviJava]

Saturday Night:

After a long work week & with my recon desires running in the red. Skipped going out Friday until I had a sure thing scheduled. So, with Dania texting me Saturday morning plans were made to pick her up after work.

Had some time beforehand so did a JCB>82nd>Immigrant Statue>Sunnyside Road look around 6:15 +-.

The first subject of interest seen was at Powell Carl's Jr. wielding a "help" sign was trim & longhaired brunette WSW in wool cap & white with black top above black slacks. As she came even with truck window & "awed" at the damp copilot hanging out the window. I was wildly taken aback by her absolute cuteness & non frippery look along some liquid brown eyes. I fumbled for some cash & my game (SMDHS) as the light turned & impatient douchebag behind me laid on their horn.

Never got a name, only as far as handing her a fiver & mentioning I'd multiple that by 15 (or maybe more though I started low. LOL) for some quality time with her. She seemed a little bewildered but not yet deflected at that proposition. As the horns started up again had no time to find pen & paper so just gave her my business card. I bolted around block to see if she'd got some charbroiled snacks to nothing. She was the poster child for turnip truck picking goodness. Think greener than Bullitt's mustang. Sighs...

The West side of Division>Stark was looking 304ish with a couple out...

An older brunette in red jacket & jeans was walking in across from the storage place at Main for idling sedan. Never got much of her bow view though stern looked tidy enough.

Not anywhere near tidy was the cottage cheese chunky WSW dirty blonde at Madison. Yeech...

Sunny Market phone booth had a cute late twenties blonde perky titted WSW in jeans & ankle boots below short jacket. Came down Holiday & she almost approached then blurted out "does that damn dog shed?" followed by "I get 400.00 on Seeking for fifteen & absolutely no bare, kissing or the like". Since she'd brought the bare subject up I asked "not even for blowjobs". She confirmed but not before telling me you could get HIV from BBBJ & she doesn't even suck dick covered. Not caring enough to refute her stupidity,I just started laughing & left her to her ignorance. She seemed pissed I passed..

As I drove South thought these 304 out there are convinced they can piss on us & call it blessed rain. Yet I guess some out are lapping it up, as on later pass she was getting scooped up & she seemed to stick the landing...

A shame because despite her mewling quim attitude she was definitely cute & fuckable.

Continuing the dirty blonde theme. Murder Street had almost homely chunky WSW all in black showing her prodigious ass. Yeech.

Skipped Upper Sandy due to time & low inspiration...

After picking up our Chinese takeout on lower Sandy. Headed South again & my evenings destiny...

Another seen at Murder Street was a thicker brunette WSW in heels & blue pants hiding under a beach sized umbrella. Hella' meh...

One bulbous BSW in front of the Aaron with vertical striped tights above heels. One look @ her electric blue lip stick & dogs breakfast face. I wish she'd been hiding under an umbrella...

That was all I saw this drizzly evening. Not one PPD SUV or related though near Sunnyside Road area where one OSP & Clackamas had someone pulled over all face on the pavement felony stop like.

I was happy to see my intended wearing slinky knee length black dress & black stockings above low matching heels. Got a glimpse of garter belt as she hopped in & all was right in the world. At least for the evening.

Recon Soundtrack: Grateful Dead San Francisco Civic December 31,1984. First set. One of my favorite Shakedown Streets.

https://archive.org/details/gd84-12-...12-31d1t01.shn

Sunday Afternoon:

After bringing Dan to work this AM, thought I'd reward the copilot with a 1000 acres afternoon hike. Her for being a good pup at job site & myself a chance to investigate the rumored Coho stacking up on Sandy. At worst an opportunity for a good walk to unkink my achy & aging bones.

Taking the long way home 205>Sandy>82nd>Sunnyside road 5:00>5:45 saw one thicker mixed or Blasian at Murder Street in in electric blue tights above bright pink galoshes. More meh yet the pink boots made me laugh. I swear some of these 304 are color blind...

Had to take additional Immigrant statue>82nd loop just to see any & unfortunately "Pink Galoshes" was still the only 304 seen North.

South again had the bublous BSW in striped tights & electric blue lipstick seen Saturday was near Hermiston's favorite locality. Today in short dress showing some shitty leg tats along with her tyrone nearby. Groans...

Deserted all the way to CTC. Perhaps 304 availability improves with darkness yet I'm not really seeing it.

Also, on my limited recon spotted no PPD SUV out.

Did find a fair amount of coho stacked up in some Sandy holes. Word on the rivers drifting some eggs was the ticket so I left spinning rod at home. Drifted eggs only to never see my bobber even twitch until I was blue in face. With one shitty spinner in my pocket tied it on & on casted awkwardly & most definitely amateurishly almost bonked this larger buck I'd been eying & started fast retrieve which pissed him off I guess as he slammed lure within three or four turns. Why the fuck he did is a mystery. I know it wasn't my subtle presentation...

Fought him for a good ten minutes with some Valhalla like jumps until I got him on the bar & with no extra fin disrupted his journey with large rock. Due to his time this far up fresh water river, meat wasn't the brightest red yet good enough to be in my buddy's smoker as I write...

Picked up Dan for a barbecue & movie who unlike the Sandy Coho experiences no lockjaw whatsoever. With the same sort of focus the Terminator had for Sarah Conner she cheerfully drained the remainder of my backup she didn't harvest Saturday night.

Dropped her off at work early for once & headed to gig before the rains start in earnest.

Recon Soundtrack: Grateful Dead San Francisco Civic December 31,1984. Second set.

https://archive.org/details/gd84-12-31.sbd.gorinsky.6395.sbeok.shnf/gd1984-12-31d1t01.shn

Safe recons & life.

[ZaviJava]

Reading, and judiciously editing quoted text, is fundamental.

To Infrequently: Well said & thanks...

And to kraknowsky: Even if I had her digits....No...

[NachoCheese]

Reading, and judiciously editing quoted text, is fundamental.

At this point, I just follow this forum for the comedy and the photography.

[InFrequently]

Seemed surprised I declined her number...

Can you inbox me the number of this blonde in the pictures.

Reading, and judiciously editing quoted text, is fundamental.

[Krakanowsky]

Friday Night:

With my last couple recons barely having all the appeal of watching paint dry, did just that & finished up some work before the rains came. Finished up the day early & thought the copilot & I would check out the state of the avenue. Nothing to lose as I knew Dania was coming over Sunday after work.

Tonight's sunset recon was barely minutes long when I again spotted this haughty & feisty fireplug near Woodstock as I passed. Looking low key yet very fuckable in black & white tartan skirt & braless white spaghetti top above sandals. She'd added some pink to her hair since I'd last seen her.

Now I've seen this one out around & walking in the South a couple times since August +-. All I'd ever got was a noncommittal smile or look yet failed to fully realize she was for rent.

Tonight's instance was far from ambiguous as she wiggled her braless boobs & ass at us as she passed. Caught her at Martins & she hopped in registering some mild surprise at copilot popping up from cab back & me grabbing a handful of her twenty-two years young bulbous boobs. Introduced herself as Mia & started high price wise with some low-key attitude " just how old are you". Laughs...

Along with some bitching about this is really her boyfriend's idea. Yeah of course, it is. I only had one question. Do you like to fuck? Not entirely convincing me of her dedication to dick when she said did. Then borrowing a page from Rammer's playbook told her the mostly unvarnished minimum of what I needed from her. Sensing enough low self-esteem in not only her price & a lurking submissive side, headed to barn with two pops agreed on...

Wouldn't get totally naked for pictures ann/or kiss much. Strike one...

With the cold eye of a lab technician analyzing a bacterial smear under a microscope she eyed my dick before starting an alright BBBJ that only got better as I took control with some dick slaps to her forehead & face. Seemed to like being abused. Getting that less than subtle message she worked harder with more deepthroat & ball licking & an occasional eye contact. Became somewhat irritated at my point of no return when I grabbed the back of her head & coated her throat & gullet with a few days back up. Laughs...

Pulled her plain granny type underwear off for some lower access & licked that previously smell tested pussy until it dribbled some & she put an end to my efforts. Strike two...

As it got to the 2nd round. Mia mentioned I'm the oldest guy she'd ever fucked. Along with some earlier solipsistic snark that counted as strike three...

Yet for some reason that snotty remark got me harder & after dick slapping & spitting on that young slimy quim & while those sweet boobs bounced in mish. Grudge dug her guts out with extra endurance.

Due to her bitchy tendencies, a one & done for me. Seemed surprised I declined her number...

Dropped her off eighty minutes later at the nearest Pick & Pull zombie rv bivouac where Lyle & her got into it some as I left. Made me undecided whose idea it really was. Laughs...

Damage was $80.00 & tipped her $10.00. Also left Lyle a healthy backup tip especially deep in that tight pocket-sized slimy gash.

Recon Soundtrack: John Coltrane Quartet "A Love Supreme". Well at least first ten minutes or so.

Saturday:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ll3CMgiUPuU.

Skipped any & all pussy endeavors due to weather & some serious avenue enveloping ennui. Likely some seasonal affective disorder mixed in my neuroses.

In preparation for Merry & I heading to SF & Hardly Strictly Blue Grass festival Thursday morning changed all fluids on truck. Then cut firewood & kindling for the rest of the day.

Despite both Tori & Galina texting me. The copilot & I were firmly couch locked all evening with a book until the Japan F1 race came on.

Sunday Afternoon:

After a Tabor walk the damp copilot & I did a quick Division>82nd>Immigrant Statue>Sunnyside Road recon at 5:15 before picking Dan up at 6:00.

Not that I was expecting much. Nothing seen all the way to Sunny...

Where a chunky fuglie faced WSW brunette in red slicker over black shorts, red fishnets tucked into boots was under the markets overhang. Later caught a photo of her at 84 overpass on way back.

The way back had a couple sightings...

McFlurrie headquarters had a couple umbrellas out.

A meh chunky assed BSW in blue shorts. She walked in for some open-minded monger behind strip mall.

A thinner WSW brunette in black jeans & jacket above Doc Martin type boots dressed up with bright pink socks. She did an extended window talk & hopped in some silver sedan. Methy & meh looking.

Every other spot was empty...

Did notice there does seem to be some possibilities around the tree named streets just North of Burnside the last few times I've passed.

Earlier just past Glenhaven Park some chode whistle white BMW racer passed us like we were standing still. Almost losing control & sideswiping the vehicles in front of us while weaving in & out down 82nd. Thought that fool is an accident waiting to happen. As I came up to Sunny this douche nozzle had lost control. Not only did this fool trash his ride he totally uprooted some sections of the recently installed metal bar fence at new pot shop. Thought of calling 911 or taking some photos of the carnage. Instead threaded my way around the shattered pieces of German engineering littering the area while failing to keep an imperceptible smile off my face.

One more weird scene on the avenue this afternoon was the dude in dog mask waving at all near 84. The copilot was absolutely no help if was Goofy or Pluto.

Picked up Dan at work & after a quick stop for her overnight bag. Watched a Netflix series & broiled some of my Buoy 10 salmon in olive oil & a bed of homegrown tomatoes with rosemary garnish. Almost as tasty as Dania herself. Almost.

Recon Soundtrack: More Coltrane in the form of "Coltrane Plays The Blues". Good rainy-day soundtrack.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QExnO0hZNr4

Safe recons & life.

Can you inbox me the number of this blonde in the pictures.

[Krakanowsky]

In the midst of a late day materials run crowded in a JCB>82nd>Parkrose Hardware>JCB 5:15>6:00.

Harrison had a late twenties +- WSW dirty blonde in jeans shorts & colorful top getting scooped up as I came around block. Nice ass & almost cute...

Murder Street had an almost pudgy BSW showing some ass in leather skirts that flirt & transparent belly shirt. No cottage cheese but I'd take odds it's coming. Later she was trolling McFlurrie central. No jungle drums heard. Meh...

Near Parkrose Hardware had a garishly made-up little person brunette WSW in semitransparent sleeveless white onesie above sandals. Full disclosure: with those tiny hands & stubby arms waving at me along with noticeable arm pit stubble had my fuck parts rapidly retreating & last time I can remember such a like visceral reaction was when I took an unintentional dunk in the Willamette one early Springer season. She triggered some latent Achondroplasiaphobiaa I wasn't aware of...

Beech had another onesie attired one in the form of a BSW in blue with black thong underneath. More meh...

Sunny had a short & widebody long haired younger LSW in blue outfit. I'm seeing a pattern today...

Almost clipped the older skinny 5150 curb criddler walking against traffic near PCC with truck mirror as she appeared from the vehicle in front of me. Fuck me...

Nothing else seen to the barn near except a nice noncombatant or two. Got the stink eye from a redhead in shorts just South of Foster...

A few PPD SUV out & about. The motorcycle cops were out & making their presence known to a few's chagrin.

Recon Soundtrack: Art Blakey & Jazz Messengers - "A Night In Tunisia".

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rvw9CcveQpY

Safe recons & life.

Hey what's the prices you guys distribute for these streetwalkers?

[Sugar Daddy PDX]

There has been so many stings and LE activity lately. I've been just sticking with my regulars and laying low for a while.

[Berol Loz]

Not a report in over ten days. Ya'll gave up on the avenue I guess.
... unlike Julian Lennon she more than renewed my faith the apple doesn't fall far from the talent tree..

Always love reading your reviews for gems like this.