General Reports

I can remember 1961, when the pimps had hookers in rooms along Washington, Columbus, Tremont.

Sw's were out every hour of the day, slowly the yuppies moved into the south end and slowly it changed.

1970's and 80's

China Town was crazy at night, girls walking in the street barely dressed, as we all know the drugs have changed a lot of the girls from sweethearts to mean bitches.

Lowell, Lawrence, Haverhill, Brockton, Lynn,Chelsea,Taunton and old city that is poor, you will find what you want, I read that men are paying 40 for BJ,it is fools like this that make the price inctrease for all of us.

Never pay more than 20-25 for BJ.

They will take the 20 because the crack is 10 and weed is 10, tip 5 and they have a pack of smokes.

And who are the nuts who go down on these women?

I read where men brag they went down on a crack *****.

They rarely wash, they are up for 5 days at a time

Be safe it's your body

The sixties were really something. Almost the entire city was an open air brothel. The back bay - Boylston, Marlboro and all the interconnecting streets were strolls, all the way out to Mass Av. Mass Av itself, all the way down to the expressway, and the whole area around Symphony Hall had good hunting. Columbus, Washington and Tremont all the way out to Mass Av and beyond had lots of action. Park Square, with two strip clubs, was always a good area.

Boston in those days was a monger's paradise. The girls along Columbus, Tremont or Washington would yell out "10 and 2" as you drove by - ten bucks for the service and two for the room. Only a fool or neophyte parked and went to one of those rooms; the risk was huge.

It was a fun town. More action than you could shake a stick at.

DEAD. Nudda.
I'm hoping with the coming of warmer weather, things will change.

Guys, you know what I miss the most? The Danish!

OK, OK--I am, after ALL this time, still the novice... Reading your post (from how many years ago???), the hard reality of what had happened to me THIS WEEKEND hit home... The story??...

Picked up a sweet petite young thing who seemed adequately with it, good conversationialist, made good contact. [;-)] Off to a secluded dead end side street. She applies quite nice oral attention...

Later that afternoon... Hmmm... Where IS my cell phone. I have taken great care to carry my monger's wallet with no more than I can risk in my hip pocket. My primary wallet is securely stashed. (If interested, see my "13 rules":

[url]http://www.usasexguide.info/forum/showpost.php?p=409297&postcount=11[/url]

BUT... a rule NOT included in these 13 is to remove one's cell phone to a distant location...

It seems that her fingers did the walking while her lips were doing the business... Sh*t. Still HOPING to find the missing cell phone. Seems unlikely at this point. And, BTW, do you think that Sprint, with its high tech GPS ability, could find the stolen cell phone???? Not if it was not in THEIR interest... F**king corporations.

Bottom line--Empty your pockets of EVERYTHING before practicing the monger's dance... Expensive lessons, these.

[QUOTE=Viejo]The beginning of the end came when the Harvard football player, Andy Puopolo, was killed in a scuffle with a pimp. The pimp's hooker had relieved Puopolo of his wallet with the old 70's trick of putting one hand in a guy's crotch and the other in his pocket. At the end of his chase to retrieve the wallet, the pimp used a knife to end the scuffle - Puopolo was killed, and a friend wounded.

Kevin White, then the mayor of Boston, had declared the zone an adult entertainment area, and instructed his police commissioner, DeGrazia, to take a laissez-faire stance on the area. As a result the place was full of roving, young hookers who doubled as pickpockets. The real streetwalkers and bar-girls who worked Good Time Charlie's and The 663 hated the hordes of street thieves...club owners talked about banding together to do something about the problem, but could not agree on just what they could do.

Shortly after the Puopolo incident, DeGrazia left Boston and a new commissioner was installed, with instructions to clean things up. It didn't take long for the streets to get pretty barren. That lasted for a while, until the early 80's, when things began to get somewhat back to the original state - but never back to the craziness that marked the early and mid-seventies.[/QUOTE]

The chances of sprint (or any other CelTel) helping you to locate your cell phone are slighty lower then the BPD assigning a couple of dectectives to your case to hunt it down if you report it.

[QUOTE=Giani]OK, OK--I am, after ALL this time, still the novice... Reading
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It seems that her fingers did the walking while her lips were doing the business... Sh*t. Still HOPING to find the missing cell phone. Seems unlikely at this point. And, BTW, do you think that Sprint, with its high tech GPS ability, could find the stolen cell phone???? Not if it was not in THEIR interest... F**king corporations.

Bottom line--Empty your pockets of EVERYTHING before practicing the monger's dance... Expensive lessons, these.[/QUOTE]

Never let a hooker use your phone, when they call your name appears.

They now know who you are.

Never answer a CL ad with text messenger, they can bill your phone for fake charges.
If you lost your phone, cancel the number and get new phone with new number.

'Course you could be these cops in Virginia:

Spotsylvania Suspends Tactic in Sex Stings

By Karin Brulliard
Washington Post Staff Writer
Saturday, February 18, 2006; Page B01

Citing public pressure, Spotsylvania County's sheriff said yesterday that he has suspended the practice of allowing detectives to receive sexual services during prostitution investigations, a technique that brought the quiet Virginia exurb attention from across the nation and around the world.

"As Sheriff, I understand the feelings and concerns the citizens of this county have expressed," Sheriff Howard D. Smith said in a statement. "And I empathize with those feelings."

Four days after the county's tactics were reported in The Washington Post, Smith said "the public's expressed response," which he did not characterize, persuaded him to curtail the investigative approach while his staff reviews it and prepares a report with recommendations.

Spotsylvania detectives on assignment to crack down on prostitution in county massage parlors visited Moon Spa three times in January and paid for massages, baths and sexual acts on four occasions, court documents show. On one occasion, they left a $350 tip, records show.

Smith and William F. Neely, the county's top prosecutor, said the sexual acts were necessary because the masseuses had poor English skills and would have been unable to make clearly spoken offers of sex for money. Such offers and evidence that more than touching occurred are needed to make a case under Virginia law, they said. Only unmarried detectives were assigned to the cases, Smith said.

The sheriff's suspension of the practice was applauded by Henry "Hap" Connors Jr., chairman of the county's Board of Supervisors. Connors, who had asked Smith to stop the practice, said he hopes detectives will now employ "more appropriate" means of investigating prostitution.

[QUOTE=Viejo]The beginning of the end came when the Harvard football player, Andy Puopolo, was killed in a scuffle with a pimp. The pimp's hooker had relieved Puopolo of his wallet with the old 70's trick of putting one hand in a guy's crotch and the other in his pocket. At the end of his chase to retrieve the wallet, the pimp used a knife to end the scuffle - Puopolo was killed, and a friend wounded.[QUOTE]Wow Viejo you just blew my mind reading you post about Andy Puopolo. He lived 4 houses from us when I was a kid. I remember his brother telling me he had been mugged and stabbed but never knew the whole story. I was very young when it happened and am sure his brother didn't get the details you shared. I had totally forgotten about the incident and would never remembered any of it.

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"...Off to a secluded dead end side street." Whoops...you should add another rule: Never, never park on a dead-end street. One-way side streets are preferable, so that any cars approaching are coming from behind. It's a lot harder to spot bobbing heads when passing a parked car from the rear. Also, if you are in a rough nieghborhood you don't want to be someplace you have to back and fill to exit - you want to be able to fire up and go with no delays.

Went out for the first time in a couple weeks last night for a couple hours (10:30-12:30). Very dead, the only girls I saw were on the cortes-isabella loop everywhere else was a ghost town. Of the two one was a girl I saw semi regulary about a year ago, tall brunette pretty decent looking. Last night she had on a pair of nice tight white pants, I didn't pick her up because I saw her get immediately dropped off three times after pick up. Her prices were always very reasonable, but I was afraid maybe up close the year had not been kind to her. The other sw was probably a man and an ugly one at that, and later I caught a glimpse of a third sw right as a cop nabbed her on cortes thats when I called it a night. Anyway I was wondering when was the last time anyone saw a sw on any other street in the track other than isabella-cortes?

Sounds like CT is completely deadsville so i took a ride down BHA, Dudley, Dot. Ave etc. Saturday night at 11 and again at 1. Nothing! 4 Scaries on BHA but nothing else. Is this the worst city for mongering in the country?

Hey, here's a funny little comment about the pink pants and top wearing WSW that was posted a bit back....

About the 2nd picture posted...Is it a law in the city of Boston that a white van has to be parked in that spot? 95% of the time that I have cruised Tyler there has been a white van parked in that same exact spot. Hey, was there any action on Tyler this past weekend? I noticed a Tufts cop idling and nodding off in his cruiser parked just past the new building. Also took a cruise through the heart of CT and noticed another old building has disappeared to be soon replaced by condo's...boo hoo. Makes me remember the good old cruising days and the topnotch SW's I got to know. Ah, the memories.

Drove through CT area last night around 4am by chance.

Saw a couple of SWs, but one of them was definately a man. Didn't see any LE around. Hopefully things will pick up now that the weather is much nicer.

Once again circa 2001. The traffic jams were legendary.

A few years ago, I was out of work and needed to supplement my unemployment check. I ended up working for an escort service as a driver. I never had so much fun in my life. I kept it strictly business since the girls paid me for driving them. If you traded for service, you would never get paid again.

In our spare time during the night, we would hang out near South Station at the all night diner. It would be me, 2-5 escorts, and maybe another guy from the agency. He was a tall, thin black guy in the typical ghetto type clothes. I was the middle aged white guy that stuck out like a sore thumb. Nobody was able to figure me out. Even the pimps were a little worried.

Here are a couple of pics of my one fo the girls leaning up against my car. She corrupted me. I reformed her.