Streetwalker Reports

It was a cold, somber day of never ending rain. And the sun but a speck behind billowing grey clouds.

Amid the solemn gloom of misery,. Ghoulish predators, wretch prospectors of malice. The scourge of an already ravaged neighborhood.

One day the storm of righteousness will come sweeping through, and wash it all away. Nature's own little eugenic cleansing for all that ails.

Damn, the morale sapping melancholy of it all.

Then, it happened. It was something that's as momentous as it was trivial, almost melodramatic in that it's auspiciously mundane. One moment, nothing, then the next, something. She loves me, she loves me not. It's two antithetical emotions pulling at the same time. One would except a bit more fanfare for something so unexpected. A drumroll, at least.

Breaking through an almost impenetrable curtain of somberness, dressed in a hooded grey fleece and a pair of faded blue jeans, she strolled mindlessly past crumbling rowhouses and trees with few leaves like a meandering automaton.

I watched her through the dappled windshield as she sat down on the front porch of a dilapidated rowhouse, taking her rightful place as if on a twisted display just beyond the radius of the infamous circle.

She nodded at me with a thin smile, young face, old eyes, and she looked about as excited as the stale air around her. But even that could not diminish her physical beauty, nor the obvious mental scar adorning that alluring facade.

I found myself comparing her misery to my gloom as I tipped my head in a gesture of acknowledgement.

She got up slowly and walked down the front steps with no particular enthusiasm, but as the drizzle became a pour, her disinclined amble quickly turned into an urgent trot.

Like a contentious child peeking through the tent at a circus freak show, her narrowing eyes evaluated me suspiciously through the passenger side window "You want to go?" as she brought up her hands parallel to her shoulders.

I nodded obligingly and unlocked the car door. I mean, it's not often one would see a walking girl looked so out of place amongst the wretched as she does.

Moments later, sitting next to me, soaked to the bone, she ran a sleeve across her forehead "I'm glad you stop" wiping her face, but succeeded only in smudging her makeup.

She wiped her smudged eyeliner from underneath her left eye as she looked into the visor mirror "It's bad enough that I have to do this fucking shit and not having the sky dumping on me as well" shaking her head in irritation as the words blurred out of her pursed lips.

I gaped at her candidness for a long moment.

She shrugged matter-of-factly at my dumbfounded silence at she closed the visor mirror "Sorry, that kinda came out wrong. Nothing personal. I'm Stacie, by the way. That's Stacie with an I. You seem like a nice guy. Well, cute, if nothing else. " As she added with a smile.

"I guess being a child, you haven't yet learn tact. " I countered with a straight face.

Stacie's eyes is a stirring mix of oceanic turquoise, and at this particular moment, Saint-Tropez, France on a clear sunny day "I'm 22. How old are you, 35?. I guess being an adult doesn't make you a gentleman. " She shrugged with a twisted grin.

I can't help but smile at her quick-witted responds "I'm 43" as I nodded in appreciation.

Any client / provider verification at this point would be gratuitous. With all her prodigies assets on display, Stacie took full advantage of the t-shirts and sweats I'd purchased earlier that day, and the spacious interior of a 2015 Chrysler Town and Country equipped with tinted windows as she got comfortable.

I found myself re-assessing Stacie with an exploratory glance;.

Her soft features, her sultry yet, indigent demeanor, I was struck with a disconcerted sense of 'deja vu', and having a helluva time placing it. As I evaluated her perfectly proportionate face, and of course, her lusciously suppled body, I thought to myself a young Helen Mirren would have been a very apt comparable.

After a brief, but pleasant acquaintance our conversation took a fortuitous detour as we sat parked in front of Wendy's for some refreshment. More specifically, her drug use, and the subsequent entry into a world she absolutely loath. I can only speculate as to why she would confide in me such a personal intimacy.

Anyway, it was sometime last summer, then in the moment of haste attributed more to impulse rather than design, thus began her downward spiral. And now settling into what one would called a bitter cyclical nature that define the daily life of a user.

Most addicts, but not all were ill-fated by some predetermined genetic trait / defect so deeply ingrained in their subconscious, and couple that with circumstances outside of their control, a fate preordained to a curl existence of despair even before they saw the light of day.

There are no good reasons in my opinion for any illicit drug use, and Stacie's entry was even less noble as peer pressure got the better of her. But, on the other hand, the imprudence in her judgment aside, Stacie sans many of the underlining issues that plagued a typical drug addict, and all the irrevocable tendencies that define their habit.

As she looked to me with her tottering eyes, and it suddenly dawned on me, Stacie reminded me of a young Diane Lane in the TV mini series; The Lonesome Dove.

The sky had darkened into a lighter shade of indigo, and the air, still thick with gloom as rain continued to fall.

Her eyes fetchingly green, Stacie slipped a hand blissfully between my legs "see'Mon., whadda we waiting for, let's get out of here. ".

Even though the night had arrived like a smoldering melancholy, but as Michael Murphy's Red River Valley harping gently on the radio, and by Stacie's request that we retire back to my place for the evening, things seemed somehow, hopeful.

As neon flared coldly across the windshield, we drove on, and headed into the misty yonder.

FINALLY Carey Street is open!

[QUOTE=Squonk64;2876683]At Baltimoman. What struck me was that we, Ruthie, Mary, me, and several other people were doing what people do at John's kitchen table on Sargeant Street a couple of hours earlier. I don't know if John still has his $10 basement apartment, complete with a couch, TV, radio, and a spare kitchen table. Maybe he does.

I was smoking up. The girls were shooting and smoking. People came and went. We all contributed and shared. It was good times. The party at John's continued until some girl came screaming into John's house that they found a dead body in Carroll Park.

That was a moment that changed my life. Many of you may have thought of her as some $20 lady who gave great head. I knew her as a person.

I'll find a pic of her. There are several on this thread.[/QUOTE]I wish to echo all of those sentiments. This is the person I have chosen to remember.

[QUOTE=Shithead06;2876599]Skinny Crystal with freckles is the best bang for the buck. Everything except anal, including pictures and video for 40 and a tip.

Shitty.[/QUOTE]Is she still insisting on everything covered?

[QUOTE=Badboy1968;2877152]Is she still insisting on everything covered?[/QUOTE]Not sure, I didn't ask because covered everything is the only way I date. Too many things you can catch even with just a blowjob.

Shitty.

Holy shit, Shine. That was a hell of a well written review. But you cut it off before it got good. I need to read the rest.

Sorry for getting you name wrong.

Wow what can I say about this one. The cooch was very very good. I haven't seen her in a while but I know Mr. Night has. (Enjoy) because I sure did.

[URL]http://www.ccptube.com/photo/657/[/URL]

[QUOTE=Shithead06;2877161]Not sure, I didn't ask because covered everything is the only way I date. Too many things you can catch even with just a blowjob.

Shitty.[/QUOTE]Any of those flix or pix you can share?

[QUOTE=Larsfuchs;2876931]I wish to echo all of those sentiments. This is the person I have chosen to remember.[/QUOTE]I'm assuming that since you chose to post someone else's pictures of Little Ruthie with cum on her face that you didn't know her. I guess you just researched the thread until you found pictures of her to see who we were talking about, and decided to repost these. While I have many pictures and videos of Ruthie in many sexual situations, I prefer to post a couple of pictures for those who didn't know her that show Ruthie as the pretty girl and nice person that she was.

Thees were take just a few weeks before her untimely passing.

[QUOTE=Cls9637;2877762]I'm assuming that since you chose to post someone else's pictures of Little Ruthie with cum on her face that you didn't know her. I guess you just researched the thread until you found pictures of her to see who we were talking about, and decided to repost these. While I have many pictures and videos of Ruthie in many sexual situations, I prefer to post a couple of pictures for those who didn't know her that show Ruthie as the pretty girl and nice person that she was.

Thees were take just a few weeks before her untimely passing.[/QUOTE]I agree with you CLS, These pictures are respectable to the sweet girl she really was. Amen.

Couple of weeks back I posted re a hot black woman in white car on Pontiac and 4th. Sure looked exotic hot but turns out a little too exotic, a TS. My apology to the monger with whom I unknowingly shared digits. Glad that he caught it early. Sure looked hot. My apologies.

[blue][Arrest/Conviction/Incarceration/Release Report deleted by Admin][/blue]

[b][u]EDITOR'S NOTE[/u]:[/b] [blue]This report was deleted because it was a report regarding an individual who was [u]arrested[/u] / [u]charged[/u] / [u]awaiting trial[/u] / [u]convicted[/u] / [u]awaiting sentencing[/u] / [u]incarcerated[/u] / [u]released[/u] / [u]on probation[/u] for engaging in commercial sex activities or any other non-violent crime.

I want to say this carefully so no one gets the wrong idea: Posting the names, mugshots, case status, incarceration status and/or the release dates of people who have been arrested for engaging in commercial sex activities is really just helping the police in their efforts to embarrass these people.

Since this website is all about assisting people in obtaining commercial sex services, we don't want to add to the problems of the unfortunate people who have been arrested by publishing their names, mugshots, case status, incarceration status, or release dates.

[i]Thanks![/i][/blue]

[QUOTE=Cls9637;2877762]I'm assuming that since you chose to post someone else's pictures of Little Ruthie with cum on her face that you didn't know her. I guess you just researched the thread until you found pictures of her to see who we were talking about, and decided to repost these. While I have many pictures and videos of Ruthie in many sexual situations, I prefer to post a couple of pictures for those who didn't know her that show Ruthie as the pretty girl and nice person that she was.

Thees were take just a few weeks before her untimely passing.[/QUOTE]Thanks CLS for the pics with some class.

[QUOTE=CCGuyster;2874753] Frankly, I have been having much more success with the UTR's that can be found through various social media. They are cleaner, less dangerous, at least a little more focused. These days, the SW's are more of an entertaining side show than women I would actually engage with.

I would rather drop. 75 or 1 on a safe experience -- and really enjoy myself -- than carry through with a disease-laden SW who can't keep a cell number for more than a day and who has had eleven dicks down her throat since dawn.

Maybe the talent pool will broaden with the coming of warmer weather. It's not that I don't enjoy the hunt these days. It's the "catch" that gives me pause.[/QUOTE]I concur with your assessment one hundred percent. I am currently building a small stable of UTR's because I want to stop the street game entirely. I did some cruising of the Baltimore main drags yesterday and I slipped up on one of the mongering rules. I do not have the time to report it right now as I have to attend a little cocktail party. Hopefully tonight when I return or tomorrow I can report about the events that happened.

Propilot-Always check your six.