Streetwalker Reports

[HellCat2018]

She actually is good? She used to rip me off all the time, she lost a lot of weight also. Used to have the large rear, right?

That's not her, I've seen the girl in your pictures and I wouldn't touch her. Long time ago she used to hook me up with Ida and Amber and I would give her a $10 for helping me out.

This one is the Tracy with one fake boob.

[Dre69]

She actually is good? She used to rip me off all the time, she lost a lot of weight also. Used to have the large rear, right?

Nawl not that one its another Tracy.

[Slugga P]

So took a stroll on 5th and saw Amy, tall brunette with a pretty tight body, I've dated her before but she looked like she was tweaking. Misty, older looking blonde with damage on her legs was also out. Small latina Jessica was out and looking pretty good (body wise), didn't get a close up look. Elisha was out on Grand Pulaski, she's lost too much weight, her face shows signs of damage as well. Decided to hit up 47th where I saw Crystal, but she looked bad. Streets have torn her apart.

Nothing new at all, this has been the worse year for me. Just 6 new ladies. The best being Elena, plastic blonde I ran into on 5th, worst was Hailey from Grand / Division. I don't think things will ever pick up again.

Jessica is cute and good at bbj but could use some more a $$.

[StanleyStankas]

I saw one of the servers at Jimmys with a pistol holstered at her side. I asked her is that a pistol and she said yeah. To which I replied, "Good for you!

I love their one sign! "if you are on your cell phone we will not wait on you!" I agree with that as well. They get 'them in and get 'them out! Again when I drive by in my four banger junky old pickup truck I leave the windows down! Can smell those fries from the street! Yea I mean really I don't believe they worry too much about hold ups! One never knows what one has behind that counter! One could wind up across pulaski from the impact!

[Explorer8]

She actually is good? She used to rip me off all the time, she lost a lot of weight also. Used to have the large rear, right?

Never picked her up b / c she is not my type. Now Josie I would scoop up, but can't seem to find her.

[Slugga P]

Tracy still shows up on 5th once in awhile. It's been a couple of years since I dated her. She was out maybe two weeks ago on Saturday, but was scooped up right away. She's a great provider and the one tit bigger than the other is funny.

Sounds like the petite latina was either Mousey or Jessica. Had a threesome with those two. What a night.

She actually is good? She used to rip me off all the time, she lost a lot of weight also. Used to have the large rear, right?

[HellCat2018]

So took a stroll on 5th and saw Amy, tall brunette with a pretty tight body, I've dated her before but she looked like she was tweaking. Misty, older looking blonde with damage on her legs was also out. Small latina Jessica was out and looking pretty good (body wise), didn't get a close up look. Elisha was out on Grand Pulaski, she's lost too much weight, her face shows signs of damage as well. Decided to hit up 47th where I saw Crystal, but she looked bad. Streets have torn her apart.

Nothing new at all, this has been the worse year for me. Just 6 new ladies. The best being Elena, plastic blonde I ran into on 5th, worst was Hailey from Grand / Division. I don't think things will ever pick up again.

[HellCat2018]

The vehicle lamp flashed in my direction a couple times and the first officer stepped out of the vehicle. I rolled down my window and prepared my I'd. I explained to the officer that, you know, I was jut driving around. He sharply responded, "In an area that's known for prostitution?" It took me back a step. I knew this stop was an intimidation more than anything else, but the way it all rolled off his lips with a stern easiness was alarming--I was intimidated. "What is this your first time?" his partner continued as the other went to run my license. "Yes," I lied. "Yeah right," he chortled. "Any arrests?. Any weapons?. Any illegal substances?. " the line of questioning seemed so foreign, all I could do was to answer in a hazy clip, "No. No. No. " "Relax," said the partner, "you can be honest, it's not like we caught you picking anyone up. " Yeah, fucking right, I thought. I continued to lie. The officer returned with my license, referred to me by name.

I always used a faked name. Jack, Patrick, Andrew, Percy, hell, once I even said my name was Heraclitus. When the officer referred to me by my birth name it shook me to the core. It was like the whole allure of the anonymous was shattered. Someone knew me for the first time out here by my name. He said, "XXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXX, get it somewhere else. " And they let me on my way. I went home, and that was that.

No one enjoys having their intelligence insulted. The minute LEO pulls you over in a neighborhood you don't belong in doing something you shouldn't do just fess up and they will let you go. I've been pulled over countless times and they let me go without so much as looking at my DL. They ask what I'm up to and I say I was going home then decided to take a look at the ladies, it was stupid, I should have just gone home. They ask for drugs or guns, I say no, they say go home. That's it. When you're driving around these neighborhoods you're looking for one of two things. Drugs or pussy.

[HellCat2018]

Did she have lots of tattoos on chest and one boob bigger than the other. Very nice lady. I've been tryna find her again. Do you have a number for her. Willing to exchange.

Tracy still shows up on 5th once in awhile. It's been a couple of years since I dated her. She was out maybe two weeks ago on Saturday, but was scooped up right away. She's a great provider and the one tit bigger than the other is funny.

Sounds like the petite latina was either Mousey or Jessica. Had a threesome with those two. What a night.

[Explorer8]

That place has been great since the 50's. My dad was a truck driver around there and we would go in when I rode around with him on saturdays. Those dogs snap! Just the way I like them! Under 5 bucks you're out the door or standing by the window w / a drink and a dog that comes w / a mound of fries. Dave's foot longs was somewhere around there I think, however they may be gone. Drive by jimmy's all the time on grand. That stuff will kill you, however that has not stopped me from going in on occasion. As a rule if I see cop cars or city garbage men parked around a food place I know it's going to be cheap, a lot and good!

I saw one of the servers at Jimmys with a pistol holstered at her side. I asked her is that a pistol and she said yeah. To which I replied, "Good for you!

[StanleyStankas]

I wouldn't be surprised if there were strong LEO presence there for a while.

But I have heard of that before. Where a relative did it and hid the person! That is way too bizarre how that could be with the person knowing all along what they did. A woman cop in the city wrote a book about things like that happening to her when she worked the west side. Crazy stuff!

[StanleyStankas]

Love the fries and Polish! Was there several weeks ago.

That place has been great since the 50's. My dad was a truck driver around there and we would go in when I rode around with him on saturdays. Those dogs snap! Just the way I like them! Under 5 bucks you're out the door or standing by the window w / a drink and a dog that comes w / a mound of fries. Dave's foot longs was somewhere around there I think, however they may be gone. Drive by jimmy's all the time on grand. That stuff will kill you, however that has not stopped me from going in on occasion. As a rule if I see cop cars or city garbage men parked around a food place I know it's going to be cheap, a lot and good!

[Dre69]

Had some free time on Sunday so I took a drive down Cicero about 3 pm, nothing there so headed to 5th and saw lots of activity, passed on a nice looking BSW and decent WSW and instead opted for a petite mid thirties Hispanic girl named Tracy. She was a good choice.

Did she have lots of tattoos on chest and one boob bigger than the other. Very nice lady. I've been tryna find her again. Do you have a number for her. Willing to exchange.

[BlackJack23]

A frequent visitor of this site, I have never posted. Used it as resource however for a short while. I discovered this site on a reddit page during the height of my curiosity of streetwalkers in the city--a curiosity that transformed over time into a hobby. This is a story that will, hopefully, conclude my adventures in dreamland.

For a long time, years in fact, I didn't act on my curiosity as I drove around, picking the locations off of posts. I merely observed. The first streetwalker I saw sent shivers down my spine as she rushed across Madison Ave and hopped into a semi. It was a thrilling sensation, a discovery. It's kind of like its own ecosystem out there, you know, touching down for the first time is something else. You almost instantly understand the vernacular--the semantics. The conflict, the power, the dialogue, the whole thing unfurls with the discovery. For a long time that was enough. I never approached or acted, just sort of window shopped in a nebulous daydream. The first woman I even spoke to in a dream, asked me to take out my dick, which I obliged, as she reached in and touched, "to make sure you're not a cop. " I had read online that LEO can actually allow a prostitute to perform this test without divulging their identity. This of course doesn't stop every new hire in dreamland from performing this exercise in false security. In any event, the lady requested I take up residence in the dream hotel, that she would walk along all separate like until our dreams met inside. I followed along around the corner in my car, but got cold feet, drove off. Rinse, repeat, until of course I finally got the nerve to dream.

When I did, I dreamt often, inventing rules for myself that I quickly struck down. In my dreams I would ever receive CBJ, only to open my dreamscape up to full service; only in a car, only to open it up to visiting the dream motel, etc. I dreamt of many of the same women that are spoken of here. Jessica, who I last saw one hit away from full on drug mummy on 5th and Kilpatrick; Veronica out by 47th; the supposed *Head Doctor*; and others, some forgotten, some remembered. I tried incessantly to catch up in a dream to Mousey, who only disappointed, flat, surface-less, clutched to my body as if frozen in the inadequacy of the whole thing. I wouldn't ever blame any if these ladies. Our expectations are our own. This profession, chosen or otherwise, is their turf. Honestly, I'll never understand how they do it.

This all brings me to some time ago on 5th and Cic, wherein a little dream takes a turn for the worse and becomes a nightmare. Cruising along with no real intention to dream, window shopping so to speak, I struck up a conversation with a few ladies. Princess. Who I've never dreamt of, and a seemingly new LSW who I avoided earlier as she strolled down Kilpatrick with who I figured was her pimp. She was alone, tattoos scrawled across her face. When I pulled around a second time I considered as I spoke to her, but ultimately decided to pass. I continued down Kilpatrick and spotted a familiar dark Crown Vic pull around the corner in front of me. I had seen it parked in the area a couple weeks back, setting up a honey pot that paid out later in the night. I knew well enough that this was a bullet dodged, but instead of hauling it home I swung back around; really just to see. My curiosity getting the better of me, only to find the Crown Vic stationed in my rear view, flashing lights soon following. Of course, I hadn't picked anything up, and wasn't carrying anything illegal, but my imagination took me places: maybe I missed something in my research; maybe just talking to these girls was now reason enough; maybe they had me for another night somehow; maybe that night I kept hearing the helicopter sounds. So on and so forth. None of it very realistic.

The vehicle lamp flashed in my direction a couple times and the first officer stepped out of the vehicle. I rolled down my window and prepared my I'd. I explained to the officer that, you know, I was jut driving around. He sharply responded, "In an area that's known for prostitution?" It took me back a step. I knew this stop was an intimidation more than anything else, but the way it all rolled off his lips with a stern easiness was alarming--I was intimidated. "What is this your first time?" his partner continued as the other went to run my license. "Yes," I lied. "Yeah right," he chortled. "Any arrests?. Any weapons?. Any illegal substances?. " the line of questioning seemed so foreign, all I could do was to answer in a hazy clip, "No. No. No. " "Relax," said the partner, "you can be honest, it's not like we caught you picking anyone up. " Yeah, fucking right, I thought. I continued to lie. The officer returned with my license, referred to me by name.

I always used a faked name. Jack, Patrick, Andrew, Percy, hell, once I even said my name was Heraclitus. When the officer referred to me by my birth name it shook me to the core. It was like the whole allure of the anonymous was shattered. Someone knew me for the first time out here by my name. He said, "XXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXX, get it somewhere else. " And they let me on my way. I went home, and that was that.

On the drive home, I got to thinking about this news story that's been floating around about the young lady who was killed and stuffed in a garage. How disgusting that was. How sad. The whole damn thing is nothing short of tragic. It feels almost too real for our times though. I mean, a body stuffed in a garage, a woman who dreamt with a lot of you folks I suppose. Where do we really expect it all to go? Most of time everyone has their head on straight but sometimes this shit takes some dark turns down a lost highway. That's kind of the feeling I get these day--something like riding my car through a ghost town.

I suppose I'm writing this because I wanted it to be said. That I was out. That I wish you all the best of the luck. Stay safe. If this tells you anything, just keep your eyes peeled and turn around if it doesn't feel right.

[JumpSmoker90]

I've got the "can't see shit at night" thing too. What time was it that you saw them?

Around 11 PM.