Rants, Raves, and Opinions

[QUOTE=PoonHound1969;6336609]Some fucked up shit.[/QUOTE]Thank you very much for the information! Considering I force all of my real-life acquaintances to know what I do out here, posting on facebook and everything, she and Brian would have difficulty blackmailing me; but 99.9% of men try to keep their sloremongering secret, so your post is very helpful to them! Also, such pieces of shit could even work with the police.

I looked a gal up on circuit court records, then told her about it around a year ago, and she was upset, stating that I had been supposed to send her a friend request on facebook! A week or so later, I received a phone call from her, calling me by my real first name! I'd never given anyone out here my real name, and had not given this one my phone number, but she somehow found it! She just acted friendly on the phone, like she was calling to set up a date if I was in town. I had company, thus could not inquire at that moment about how she discovered my name and phone number. I haven't seen her since. Scary stuff.

[QUOTE=MilwNightFun;6336359]Yall know when ya find a worthwhile performer, ya pass her contact & info along to friends. You kind of become a private club comparing notes & instances. Beware of seeing them too often and sharing to much about yourself. Angie, reported SW on 7th & Lincoln has degraded herself to a treacherous ending. Her addiction taking her over & now being so high volume, unkept, dirty and smelly shouldn't be trusted, Rip offs, harassment blackmail & extortion has become her new upscale game. Her & her BF Brian are scheming up new angles to get more out of you. All of her texting is being noted, saved & scrutinized for intent. If you value your profession, job, marriage, social identities etc beware don't be fooled by her sweet deceiving demeanor and keep your real identity to yourself. Vehicle plates / registration, mailed envelope, sales receipt, any info that can be picked up will mitigate a risk to your well being if you allow it. If you have any secrets men, make damn sure that you keep them to yourselves. Some people are working overtime to discover your vulnerability.[/QUOTE]It is sad to see shit like that. But, ya got to be careful out there. It does not matter how you think you know them, how long or the good times. They are SW! Nothing more. We are nothing more than the next customer. Things like "oh she is different. " No, she is not. She is a crackhead cum-dumpster that will try to get as much cash for you as possible.

Here is a tip. If you like a girl as a favorite, put her on pause. Pick up other SW from the area and offer them a pack of cigarettes or 10 bucks for info on the girl and tell them you are looking to replace her with a different regular. They will tell you everything they know. Ask the other SW around Lincoln about Angie and Brian. They are not very well liked. You can gather addresses where they frequent, names and numbers for their dealers, where they live, where their family members live, car they drive, names of others they have burned. (they will tell you everything).

Since I have had several encounters with Angie, I am going to make it a point to call her out on this crap and let her and her 'man' know, in a less than pleasant way, that I am not one to play games with.

Angie has been around 7th and Arthur / Hayes area a lot more. At times drives a silver SUV. Sits in the vehicle to warm up and watch who drives by. Brain is usually somewhere close by. Maybe I will contact their dealers and tell them that those 2 are giving intel to PD. Then pay a few girls to spread the story, followed with give the names, addresses, phone numbers of the dealers and vehicle info to PD along with Angie's and Brains info. Let the streets sort out the trash.

Stay safe pplz!

I'm national in the parking lot of the convenient store. Came up to my car. She was greasy but I was feeling a need. Jumped in. Did the LEO check. Went around corner to 23rd near the park. Was very rushed and paranoid. Was full of rules and directions to me. I Didn't finish and buttoned up. She demanded bonus to get out of car. I paid two bucks to get her to leave. Crazy-desperate whining lady. Danielle, I think, proudly tattooed on her chest.

[QUOTE=Wekend01;6342396]I'm national in the parking lot of the convenient store. Came up to my car. She was greasy but I was feeling a need. Jumped in. Did the LEO check. Went around corner to 23rd near the park. Was very rushed and paranoid. Was full of rules and directions to me. I Didn't finish and buttoned up. She demanded bonus to get out of car. I paid two bucks to get her to leave. Crazy-desperate whining lady. Danielle, I think, proudly tattooed on her chest.[/QUOTE]Ah yes, Dirty Dani (not health related dirty that I know of, just general hygiene) still working the streets. I picked her up 3 or 4 times when she first hit the streets a number of years ago. She was actually pretty sane back then, with no real rules, and gave a good, if somewhat jack hammerish deep throat. I had a UTR at the time and didn't pick her up again for maybe a year and she was just as you described. A hard no from then on.

HS.

So I just got back from the emergency room. I drove a friend there who was panicking due to a reaction he had to a drug he had taken "many times before. " So here's the situation. He fucks this hooker. "She's cool. " he tells me. So he's short of cash, calls her up, says "I don't have any money, but do you want to hang?" She says "yeah" so he goes over to her place, and they smoke some rock. He's always told me that he's a casual user, only smokes it when it presents itself, he can take it or leave it, he's not addicted to it and blah blah blah. Babe loads up her pipe, he takes a hit and [B]BAM[/B] he's on the floor. When he comes to, the babe is putting Narcan in his nose. Oopsie. He makes it home, but starts having panic attacks and other symptoms he doesn't care for. Not trusting himself to drive, he calls me. He's shaking like a dog shitting razor blades and is the color of a cigarette ash. ER takes his vitals, looks in his eyes and up his nose, draws some blood and sends him home.

Moral to the story? Don't be a dope.

MDMA is a wonderful drug that makes sex 1000% more enjoyable. There's very little Ecstasy, Molly or MDMA out there floating around, but there is a shitload of powder and pills that have fentanyl in it claiming to be the wonder drug. Dealers are now dosing crack with the shit, and some are even dusting weed with it. Even though it's referred to as fentanyl, there are about 37 chemical variations of the shit, so apparently anyone with a chemistry set and some fundamental knowledge can whip the stuff up.

So this may be preaching to the choir, but if you're offered some drug to make sex really really good -[B] [U]DON'T[/U][/B]. Don't be a dope. You may ask "Why would a hooker want to get you hooked? What does it do for her?" Probably nothing, but her dealer / pimp boyfriend will have a new client, one that won't go away, at least not in the competitive-dealer sense.

Coochie (Partnership for a Drug-Free Fuck) Eater.

God Bless You All.

[QUOTE=CoochieEater;6359627]So I just got back from the emergency room. I drove a friend there who was panicking due to a reaction he had to a drug he had taken "many times before. " So here's the situation. He fucks this hooker. "She's cool. " he tells me. So he's short of cash, calls her up, says "I don't have any money, but do you want to hang?" She says "yeah" so he goes over to her place, and they smoke some rock. He's always told me that he's a casual user, only smokes it when it presents itself, he can take it or leave it, he's not addicted to it and blah blah blah. Babe loads up her pipe, he takes a hit and [B]BAM[/B] he's on the floor. When he comes to, the babe is putting Narcan in his nose. Oopsie. He makes it home, but starts having panic attacks and other symptoms he doesn't care for. Not trusting himself to drive, he calls me. He's shaking like a dog shitting razor blades and is the color of a cigarette ash. ER takes his vitals, looks in his eyes and up his nose, draws some blood and sends him home.

Moral to the story? Don't be a dope.

MDMA is a wonderful drug that makes sex 1000% more enjoyable. There's very little Ecstasy, Molly or MDMA out there floating around, but there is a shitload of powder and pills that have fentanyl in it claiming to be the wonder drug. Dealers are now dosing crack with the shit, and some are even dusting weed with it. Even though it's referred to as fentanyl, there are about 37 chemical variations of the shit, so apparently anyone with a chemistry set and some fundamental knowledge can whip the stuff up.

So this may be preaching to the choir, but if you're offered some drug to make sex really really good -[B] [U]DON'T[/U][/B]. Don't be a dope. You may ask "Why would a hooker want to get you hooked? What does it do for her?" Probably nothing, but her dealer / pimp boyfriend will have a new client, one that won't go away, at least not in the competitive-dealer sense.

Coochie (Partnership for a Drug-Free Fuck) Eater.

God Bless You All.[/QUOTE]Somewhat related. Friend was at a "house party" with a little weed and talking with someone he didn't know. Friend was given a pipe, filled it, took a hit, started sweating, went pale and dropped to the floor. Luckily someone had Narcan. Found out later the boyfriend of the pipe's owner had been smoking boy earlier and no one cleaned it out.

Thought he was ok as it was his stash, never crossed his mind that that could happen. Scary shit.

[b]"Go to a strip club!"[/b] So for arguments sake, let's say you want a younger, civilian crowd during your lunch hour. Someplace with college-aged clientele, or simply an attractive waitstaff. You're sick of tip walks, etc. Where in Milwaukee do you go?

Hooters and Twin Peaks in Deerfield are a thing of the past. I used to frequent a place in Arizona called "The Library. " Fake bookshelves and waitresses in little dress tops and short plaid skirts. Fun, without the dark vibes. What do we have? The Starbucks at Marquette has nice eye candy which comes in and out, but you're also mingling with the vagrants who clog up all the available tables. Anything near UWM, or the East Side?

[QUOTE=DrManhattan;6365337][b]"Go to a strip club!"[/b] So for arguments sake, let's say you want a younger, civilian crowd during your lunch hour. Someplace with college-aged clientele, or simply an attractive waitstaff. You're sick of tip walks, etc. Where in Milwaukee do you go?

Hooters and Twin Peaks in Deerfield are a thing of the past. I used to frequent a place in Arizona called "The Library. " Fake bookshelves and waitresses in little dress tops and short plaid skirts. Fun, without the dark vibes. What do we have? The Starbucks at Marquette has nice eye candy which comes in and out, but you're also mingling with the vagrants who clog up all the available tables. Anything near UWM, or the East Side?[/QUOTE]3rd St. Market Hall, in the former Grand Avenue, is heavy with young Millennials working remotely and having liquid lunches. I met a mocha colored lady while enjoying my coffee. Just a friend for now, but a great way to daytime mingle.

[QUOTE=DrManhattan;6365337][b]"Go to a strip club!"[/b] So for arguments sake, let's say you want a younger, civilian crowd during your lunch hour. Someplace with college-aged clientele, or simply an attractive waitstaff. You're sick of tip walks, etc. Where in Milwaukee do you go?

Hooters and Twin Peaks in Deerfield are a thing of the past. I used to frequent a place in Arizona called "The Library. " Fake bookshelves and waitresses in little dress tops and short plaid skirts. Fun, without the dark vibes. What do we have? The Starbucks at Marquette has nice eye candy which comes in and out, but you're also mingling with the vagrants who clog up all the available tables. Anything near UWM, or the East Side?[/QUOTE]Doesn't Miltown have a Tilted Kilt? Good food and amazing waitresses!

[QUOTE=DBadger;6376676]Doesn't Miltown have a Tilted Kilt? Good food and amazing waitresses![/QUOTE]There was a Kilt in Madison for a brief moment. It lasted as long as teen-age boy's orgasm. I went in one night on my way out of town. The Kilt was across Odana Rd from the mall. I ordered the Italian Beef sandwich. Holy fucking Jesus, shit the bed Batman! The waitress, a Hooters reject, was as indifferent as a sighted individual could be. Her extra 15-20 lbs spilled over the top of her kilt, and the little top she wore did nothing enhance her Pirate's dream breasts (you know, a sunken chest). She did manage to pay attention to me long enough to hand me the plate containing the sole of a hiking boot on a stale bun. I don't know who did their ordering or which company was the supplier, but they must have got a deal on 14 year old Holsteins with arthritis. There was nothing, and I mean NOTHING to recommend my experience there. Now if I've insulted any of your mothers by the way I described the waitress, I apologize. Anyway, it was gone in no time. I see the closest one now is in Bolling Brook, Il. I won't be making the trip.

Coochie (Still chewing) Eater.

God Bless You All.

P.S. If you want good food with a scantily clad woman, buy some ribs from Speed Queen and take them to a slore's incall on the Northside. Hell, you can get all messy and greasy eating ribs off a pair of big black titties. Now THAT'S good eatin'.

[QUOTE=CoochieEater;6376998]There was a Kilt in Madison for a brief moment. It lasted as long as teen-age boy's orgasm. I went in one night on my way out of town. The Kilt was across Odana Rd from the mall. I ordered the Italian Beef sandwich. Holy fucking Jesus, shit the bed Batman! The waitress, a Hooters reject, was as indifferent as a sighted individual could be. Her extra 15-20 lbs spilled over the top of her kilt, and the little top she wore did nothing enhance her Pirate's dream breasts (you know, a sunken chest). She did manage to pay attention to me long enough to hand me the plate containing the sole of a hiking boot on a stale bun. I don't know who did their ordering or which company was the supplier, but they must have got a deal on 14 year old Holsteins with arthritis. There was nothing, and I mean NOTHING to recommend my experience there. Now if I've insulted any of your mothers by the way I described the waitress, I apologize. Anyway, it was gone in no time. I see the closest one now is in Bolling Brook, Il. I won't be making the trip.

Coochie (Still chewing) Eater.

God Bless You All.

P.S. If you want good food with a scantily clad woman, buy some ribs from Speed Queen and take them to a slore's incall on the Northside. Hell, you can get all messy and greasy eating ribs off a pair of big black titties. Now THAT'S good eatin'.[/QUOTE]LOL. 14 year old holstein with arthritis. Got to remember that line. A classic!

[QUOTE=DBadger;6376676]Doesn't Miltown have a Tilted Kilt? Good food and amazing waitresses![/QUOTE]Milwaukee has been bereft of breastaurants since the Hooters in Brookfield closed during the pandemic and never reopened.

We've never had a Kilt here that I'm aware of. Only one I ever got to was in Green Bay and that's now long gone.

The first Milwaukee Hooters was in Greenfield and built in tribute to Alan Kulwicki after he won the Nascar title under the Hooters banner, so closing that place down was not just a disappointment but a broken promise. I'm not sure if they were ever all open at once, but we'd had three around here at one point in time: Greenfield, in Grand Ave. On Plankinton and in Brookfield.

The only Hooters I know of in Wisconsin nowadays is on Madison's east side.

[QUOTE=CoochieEater;6376998]There was a Kilt in Madison for a brief moment. It lasted as long as teen-age boy's orgasm. I went in one night on my way out of town. The Kilt was across Odana Rd from the mall. I ordered the Italian Beef sandwich. Holy fucking Jesus, shit the bed Batman! The waitress, a Hooters reject, was as indifferent as a sighted individual could be. Her extra 15-20 lbs spilled over the top of her kilt, and the little top she wore did nothing enhance her Pirate's dream breasts (you know, a sunken chest). She did manage to pay attention to me long enough to hand me the plate containing the sole of a hiking boot on a stale bun. I don't know who did their ordering or which company was the supplier, but they must have got a deal on 14 year old Holsteins with arthritis. There was nothing, and I mean NOTHING to recommend my experience there. Now if I've insulted any of your mothers by the way I described the waitress, I apologize. Anyway, it was gone in no time. I see the closest one now is in Bolling Brook, Il. I won't be making the trip.

Coochie (Still chewing) Eater.

God Bless You All..[/QUOTE]There was a Kilt in Kenosha as well. Think it lasted a year or two. Maybe the supply of 14 year old Holsteins with arthritis was low.

HS.

[QUOTE=CoochieEater;6376998]There was a Kilt in Madison for a brief moment. It lasted as long as teen-age boy's orgasm. I went in one night on my way out of town. The Kilt was across Odana Rd from the mall. I ordered the Italian Beef sandwich. Holy fucking Jesus, shit the bed Batman! The waitress, a Hooters reject, was as indifferent as a sighted individual could be. Her extra 15-20 lbs spilled over the top of her kilt, and the little top she wore did nothing enhance her Pirate's dream breasts (you know, a sunken chest). She did manage to pay attention to me long enough to hand me the plate containing the sole of a hiking boot on a stale bun. I don't know who did their ordering or which company was the supplier, but they must have got a deal on 14 year old Holsteins with arthritis. There was nothing, and I mean NOTHING to recommend my experience there. Now if I've insulted any of your mothers by the way I described the waitress, I apologize. Anyway, it was gone in no time. I see the closest one now is in Bolling Brook, Il. I won't be making the trip.

Coochie (Still chewing) Eater.

God Bless You All.

P.S. If you want good food with a scantily clad woman, buy some ribs from Speed Queen and take them to a slore's incall on the Northside. Hell, you can get all messy and greasy eating ribs off a pair of big black titties. Now THAT'S good eatin'.[/QUOTE]I went to Speed Queen once. And that was the only time. I think I got the "white boys get served last" treatment, as it took them FOREVER to put together a pork shoulder sandwich. "Eating ribs off a pair of big black titties" actually sounds like a good plan! I'd let the slore lick up some "sauce" too.

Years ago, I was asked by a provider to stop at J J's on Brown Deer Rd to pick up a catfish dinner on my way to see her. There was a serious line and it costs more than I thought so I couldn't help myself but to eat it in the car and cut my losses with her. What happened to the days when every provider would ask us to pick up some cigarettes, a soda, or even something at a drive thru?

QUOTE=DieselMike;6380898]I went to Speed Queen once. And that was the only time. I think I got the "white boys get served last" treatment, as it took them FOREVER to put together a pork shoulder sandwich. "Eating ribs off a pair of big black titties" actually sounds like a good plan! I'd let the slore lick up some "sauce" too.