Nice recovery ZJ. Roxanne sighting and between Powell and Division criddlers
Glad you're on the mend. I've been out and to your post all the action was Namaste, Murder Street, Baggers and the Art Lofts. Nare a Brittany, all diversified and Toad managed.
Walking between Powell and Division was Roxanne. All that Mommy shape with Daisy Dukes and a wig. She honestly looked like Julia Robert's in Pretty Woman. Snagged her up for some quick dome before my tee time. Jammed as many fingers into that wet Mommy pussy as I could while she slarb-d down three days worth of swimmers.
Observation: the tent zone Catty corner to the 4 X4 shop, on the old Chinese restaurant is Criddler central, but I have seen some decent dwellers that might be teetering on diversification, if you know what I'm saying. Include this zone and the backstreets as part of your Poon route.
Using mobile data? Which carrier?
[QUOTE=Smith1968;6448047]I have noticed lately that when in the "area", I can't access this site. Tried to do a live report Monday.[/QUOTE]Is your carrier Verizon? There was some recent discussion about them blocking this site on mobile data. If not, which carrier are you using? Does the site work if you hit it via tor or a VPN?
Roxanne out getting that rent
Why did I give her my Poon phone number, daily texts? Anyways I just filled her up, and she's out there hustling still. That Mommy pussy is good. You'll be following me into the cave, don't worry it doesn't hurt to pee.
Caught Roxanne this morning.
[QUOTE=RammerRammer;6450903]Why did I give her my Poon phone number, daily texts? Anyways I just filled her up, and she's out there hustling still. That Mommy pussy is good. You'll be following me into the cave, don't worry it doesn't hurt to pee.[/QUOTE]That pussy is the bomb. Filled her up prior to lunch.
S1.
Catching fish in the blade (Roxanne)
If you want to partake in the girls mentioned here by all, you need to take a look at the time, siteings, and locations. Mentioned and do the leg work.
It will increase your odds of finding the ONE. Most of these girls can't seem to keep a phone for more then 48 hrs.
I know crazy huh. They go thru phone's like they go thru dicks.
S1.
This is going to sound stupid, but here we go.
Where do you take a girl you pick up off the street. I frequently engage in activities with providers who provide incall, are y'all just banging in cars? Taking girls to hotels?
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Recons:"Incall" Asian Spinner or the full on Kelso's Van 70's Experience.
Friday Afternoon:
Since it'd been a while (Lily report #4943) since I've found some scintillating strange to supplement my regulars. I've kinda' noticed lately I've been mentally checking out of avenue recons. Seems like more focus on completing errands or listening to music or the occasional one-sided conversations with the copilot. While the recon views are interesting & occasionally exhilarating it's also fucking fatiguing to filter through the same old 304 hive mind collusion restrictions of the GPS $$$ laden.
With a few days of Columbia opening up for Chinook retention not only did I have a few pisacine related items on my list, needed to hit Parkrose Hardware, post office, return a truck part at Holgate Baxter's & Holgate garden center for this year's garden. Today was one of those spacy days & I procrastinated greatly on this gorgeous day. Decided to start my North end obligations first. JCB>82nd>Sandy>Parkrose was my fractured route around 1:00>3:30.
First sighting caught me off guard with an early thirties+- lighter hued brunette with minor purple highlights was looking good (especially from the neck down) at Area 69. Fine & firm braless form in light blue tank top sandwiched between some tight blue jeans & brown heels. Totally discombobulated me & my at the moment slumbering fuck parts. By the time I got turned around for another loop she's crossed 82nd was hopping in car at Cartlandia Harney area.
Nothing until near Harbor Freight where Quasimodo was curled up at car wash grassy area. Mental note made to stop at bank or get some cash back from my shopping for her.
Did a quick loop around the new Division criddler tent city to crickets...
Sunny revealed the meh fat assed meh & mixed fake redhead in black sport top above brown shorts reclaiming that corner for the first time in weeks. I haven't missed her bitchy face at all or pacing around pissed off like. My junk retreated reminiscent like after recent Sandy River swim. Shivers...
At the adjacent fruit cup cart & warily eying the above some was a lighter hued brunette BSW in green onesie & sandals with some stylish Jackie O sunglasses. Gave me nice smile & wave. She wasn't terrible & for once a BMI appropriate SW in a onesie. I marked the rare sighting date...
Minus Bagger sunbathing chin on chest sleepy style at Klickatat 7-11 back gate, Baggers' corner proper & La Parilla were empty.
As were Murder & Beech streets & the Knolls driveway usual clusterfuck...
Namaste had a hideous duo of doom in the chunky form of a seriously fuglie faced brunette in red. Her friend in black was marginally better above the neck yet both were cultivating cottage cheese in the lower latitudes.
A few yards upstream from above was the pale blonde WSW in jean shorts & black top. I still think she posts on the other board. I'm just going to call her "Casper" from here on out.
The next riffle a few yards west produced a cute cocoa young brunette BSW in jeans jacket & brown skirt. Whether her cute freckles were real or not is unknown...
Heading South again Mamasan's cone area had WSW "Horseface" in same shapeless shift as last time seen. Today she'd smartly accessorized same shift with some visible pit stains. Um yeah that'll get someone to scoop you up...
Did my garden shopping up on upper Holgate & was heading to Baxter's & post office when realized I'd neglected to get some cash for the weekend & anything for Quasimodo. Quick backtrack to my bank at Division.
Looked around for Quasimodo yet she'd disappeared, but I still surveyed surrounding streets some, as I just wasn't in a hurry. Figured at worst, maybe the copilot would get an early walk around Lents jogging path.
Was on Libre when I came across the spinner ASW I'd sporadically seen/missed in same general area last month or two. Looking about the same as previous times in short gauzy greenish dress & pigtails though her light blue tint in hair seemed to have faded or something. She hopped in. Introducing herself as "Monarch" (after seeing exactly what her tattoo depicted, it took all I had to stifle my sudden inclination to fucking laugh. With that sternum tattoo what else could you be). About 5'2" whisper of a girl no chest of note though the thigh gap & tiny ass overruled returning truck part for the moment. Declined going to my place so I gave in for her van parked at 92nd/Lents parking lot. What can I say. Perhaps I'd finally contracted some Yellow Fever. SMDHS.
In her incall (sic) pulled her dress off yet refused bra & panties removal. Bitchiness increased even with donation on dashboard & before she put her mouth to its intended use. The way she babbled on re: her skills that I'm sure walking on water was next. Minor ranting about her Lyle as well...
Quickly I was already fucking sick of her pint size attitude. Slightly annoyed me when she smoked off tinfoil before starting. Fucking wonderful & as she blew some smoke my way felt compelled to mention that method only extracts 12% or less of the total dose. Yeah....that went over well Zavi. Laughs...
After some bare minimum semi lame BBBJ. I managed to get hand down her bottoms for her to fail the smell test with some serious fermented fish sauce extreme Chow Hai essence. I pivoted to BBBJ only out of self defense...
Bailed on remainder of date after really pissing her off when she finally coaxed a three-day backup mouthful she didn't care for whatsoever. Since no way in hell (covered or not) I'd put my favorite appendage or face in that Chow Hai that was the end of encounter & told her so...
Between her spitting dramatically in parking lot, called me a shrill litany of names as she questioned my manhood while her skinny criddler Lyle waiting nearby looked up from his pill stupor to give me a heavy-lidded look.
Yet, not before I took back half the original donation laying (60.00 of 120.00) on dash as I left...
Despite her cuteness, she's definitely not a repeat for me though a number is available to contributing members. Full disclosure: I was so unimpressed haven't vetted the number given & certainly won't. I still don't understand the hyper sexualization frenzy for Asian women. If she's this bitchy at this youthful age, I don't want to imagine a decade down the line...
If you've not posted an iota of a viable recent SW report or they fall in the category of "where's Murder Street" or have congested my inbox with demand like requests for any of my unavailable UTRs. Save your keystrokes as I'll ignore them. Lurk & lose...or learn from my mistakes (the correct answer).
Courtesy of my dicks sometimes utter lack of self-control & that thirty-minute diversion, finished up with the post office with Baxter's last on my list when I spotted another target at Holgate where a dew rag wearing reddish highlighted raven haired still slightly baby fatted young WSW in demure though cheek showing shorts above fluffy house slippers & dew rag stuffed with hair. Getting a whiff of turnip truck in the breeze engaged at Baxter's lot. Younger & coy with some slutty black eyeliner & eyelashes (that she actually didn't need IMO) along blood red lipstick adorning her pouty lips. Name offered was Megan & had nice full b+ cup under her jacket & after my all too recent olfactory experience, only smell besides newbie was she stunk of pot & she looked a little cloudy with the chance of munchies. Didn't get her complete tale yet did throw her a tenner after exchanging verified numbers (she immediately headed to the Dime Store LOL). Fairly sure I'll impale that baby fatted resin head in the near future.
A fair amount of PPD SUV seen at all ends of the avenue.
Even caught a nice fish Saturday morning so the weekend evened out...
Recon Soundtrack: Grateful Dead December 12,1969 at The Thelma, Hollywood, CA. Disc 1 & 2.
[URL]https://archive.org/details/gd69-12-12.sbd.gerland.10988.sbeok.shnf/gd69-12-12d1t01.shn[/URL]
Saturday:
Even with a late afternoon nap. After an impromptu early drinks at neighbors. Inspiration was low to go out Saturday. Never got further than a shower after fishing & by 9:00 was deep in latest book. Merry tucked me into bed with some animated phone sex before turning in.
Sunday Afternoon:
Coming back from 1000 acres copilot hike around 205>Sandy>82nd>JCB +- 4:00.
One unmemorable though younger BSW at Knolls driveway. Meh...
A possibility or two near Hermiston's old location yet nothing inspiring enough to halt my southbound progress to dinner at neighbors.
Not much PPD SUV seen out.
Recon Soundtrack: Grateful Dead "Two From The Vault". Continuing that primal '69 jag.
[URL]https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_kjfty51cVefYDXtngMKOhsrcmYK57kc3A[/URL]
Safe recons & life.
Rush Hour Romance Biz in the River City
A run into NE resulted in these scant Wednesday observations yesterday at quarter 'til six.
A very plump BSW, cafe au laut overstuffing hot pink bra, panties, stockings, and heels on the west side of the MAX station on 82nd.
Latinx freelance ecstasy artistes were well represented northbound at Fremont by a very attractive sweetie wearing multicolored block print top above black hotpants with chunky black heels.
A much more attractive skinny darker demimonde with a mop of curly hair was studying her mobile phone at Milton St.
Lastly, a weary tall young pneumatic blonde WSW was clomping uphill on Sandy by the 82nd street bus stop in tiny denim short-shorts and a clingy blue crop-top.
Rush hour must have been very productive for biz!