An Old Fleamont Street Joke
[QUOTE=Speck] Then she smiled. She should not have smiled. Missing, discolored teeth. Gross. I waved her away and took off. Note to crack ho's: don't smile if you do not have a full set of teeth. [/QUOTE]
Wadaya call 32 crack hos sitting at the Atomic?
A full set of teeth !
Too Many Women / Too Little Sperm
Trolling for street walkers is a very unpredictable business in this fair valley. For years I've done it at every hour of the day and night. There has never been any notable patterns or hot spots (other than Fremont Street from dusk to dawn when they were thick as coakroaches before Oscar's cleanup). Some days plenty of providers. Other days slim pickings. But even on the hottest summer day or coldest winter night, you'll find a few hearty souls out there plying their wares. Then there are a few days like today: a virtual Bonanza.
I felt like a little B/H cruise this afternoon. Not really looking for anything. Just a little window shopping and a few brewskies. First stop the Stadium about 16:00 (that's 4pm for you medical types). EUREKA ! Four speed queens present for duty. One outside on the veranda I didn't know. One inside the laundromat I got to know. And two in the bar I know very well, a spitter and a swallower. I paid my respects and bot each of them a domestic beer of their choice. After a short exchange of pleasantries I thought what the hell, how often does such any opportunity avail itself. Better two in the hand today than 32 in the bush tomorrow. I gave into my carnal a-dick-tions. I invited the spitter for a meeting with Saint Peter.
I chose the spitter because: a) I had had the swallower on Monday. b) I hadn't seen the spitter in six months. c) they are equal artists both enjoying skull fucking and deep throating. d) I owed the spitter one as she tipped me off to a serious deal going down I didn't want to be a party to. She was quite happy to see Saint Peter again and didn't fail me. I rewarded her with two Jacksons. You heard me, TWO. One for current services rendered and one for her stand up warning the last time I saw her.
I headed North on the B/H about 4:30. First sighting B/H and Flamingo bus shelter. Three walking on the east side and one on the west side between Flamingo and DI. One at the DI bus shelter. Nothing till St Louis then one at EVERY Bus shelter to Charleston. Three walking between the Lamplighter and Dennys plus one on the Showboat side. Up Fremont the normal gaggle of pimps and drug dealers around 15th then 3 unknown and 2 familiar providers as far as 8th and a Brewski stop at the Western (about 6 regulars and an equal number of weekend warriors).
Did the return trip to the Stadium. Similar sightings on the return with the most target rich enviornment being the strech from Charleston past the Showboat. There were 6 to 8 there on each of four passes I made between 4:30 and 6:30 (that's 0 dark 30 for you L/E types). For you doubting types, these are positive ID's. I do the customary honk and wave. When they wave back I know they're working. And I stopped and chatted with a couple to introduce myself for future ease of application. And when you see the same girl sitting at the same bus stop over two hours, you know she's not waiting for a bus.
On return to the Stadium, three of the four girls were engaged. I got a chance to chat it up with the one I didn't know. Laid the groundwork for a future engagement by allowing her to have a domestic beer of her choice. I did the complete loop again and a simialr target count. Only one black and white the entire tour and that was about 7p at a 13th and Fremont ho shake down.
What a day. Feast or famine. When it rains it pours. This must be an example of trickle down economics or all you mongers are over paying them on the strip whilst these poor B/H girls are starving. As for me, I'm starting a concerted sperm management program to try and feed as many of these street waifs as my old testicles will allow.
Hope this helps!
Prostitute ordinance is called too vague, arbitrary
On second thought, this belongs here, so I've taken it out of the "Off-topic" thread:
CARSON CITY -- The Nevada Supreme Court on Wednesday will hear arguments about whether a Clark County anti-prostitution ordinance is unconstitutional.
A justice of the peace declared the ordinance unconstitutional last year, but a district judge disagreed.
Lawyers for $˘˘˘ $ $˘˘˘˘˘, a woman arrested and charged with "loitering for the purpose of prostitution," argue that the county's ordinance is too vague and "places arbitrary restrictions on personal liberties." The Clark County District Attorney's Office says the ordinance is clearly understood and does not encourage arbitrary arrests.
The ordinance makes it a misdemeanor to induce, solicit, entice or procure another person to commit an act of prostitution.
It says that someone can be considered to be doing this if he or she "repeatedly beckons to, stop, attempts to stop or engaged persons passing by in conversation, or repeatedly stops or attempts to stop motor vehicle operators by hailing, waiving of arms or other bodily gestures."
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$˘˘˘˘˘ had been near Fremont and Atlantic Streets on Aug. 28, 2003, when Metro Detective J. Signorello drove by. According to the officer, he tried to make eye contact with $˘˘˘˘˘, and then drove into the parking lot at Denny's.
$˘˘˘˘˘ allegedly got into the car and said, "Hey honey, you dating?" Police say dating is a street term for soliciting prostitution. The detective allegedly said he was not dating.
According to Signorello, $˘˘˘˘˘ became nervous and said she was not dating either, then tried to get out of the car. Signorello identified himself as a detective and $˘˘˘˘˘ allegedly admitted to him that she had been offering him sex for money. She was arrested, and police then found that that there was a warrant outstanding from Henderson for $˘˘˘˘˘'s arrest on a prostitution charge as well.
Tufteland said $˘˘˘˘˘ standing on the street did not create probable cause for an arrest. "But when she entered the police car and asked if he 'dates,' the officer had probable cause," Tufteland said. Burke said the ordinance does not provide sufficient guidance as to what is prohibited.
She said it could be used to arrest people who have done absolutely nothing illegal. As an example, she said a female visitor to Las Vegas "who happens to have the bad taste to dress in flashy, cheap and somewhat revealing clothing" might be on the Las Vegas Strip trying to find her friends. Thinking she sees her friends, she "beckons," but is mistaken.
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[url]http://www.lasvegassun.com/sunbin/s.../519519424.html[/url]
Map of location of the unhappy couple's loitering for the purpose of not dating encounter:
[url]http://maps.google.com/maps?q=2545+Fremont+St,+Las+Vegas,+NV&t=h&iwloc=A&hl=en[/url]
It was across from the Castaway's, which is due to be imploded early next year. But I see that she'd also been busted for working in Henderson, which would no doubt have been out on the southeast part of the Boulder Strip.
Sperm Management Program Deemed A Failure
I decided to check out the Boulder action this afternoon at 4pm. Same time as Saturday's tour. But this time I started at the target rich enviornment south of Charleston. I took Eastern to Oakey then North on Atalantic to the B/H. I had never tried Atlantic. BINGO. One at the Castaways construction gate, one by the 7-11, and one by the taco shop. Right on Boulder, one at the bus shelter and one walking in front of the Castaways. I turned around about the end of the Castaway property and found one at the Lamplighter bus shelter and one walking in front of Denny's. I continued to my turnaround in the Western parking lot. Not much worth talking about between 8th and Charleston. In the 15 minutes this took there had been an 80% inventory turnover. Different faces in different places but about the same head count.
This time one with some rather large freely swinging mammaries caught my eye in front of the Lamplighter. I turned around, swung in their lot, and called her over. I offered her $20 to feast at the alter of Saint Peter. With a big smile she said you got it and jumped in. When I had her buckle up, I noticed there was more bulging under that sweater than big tits. She was pregnant. How fortunate for me. How long? Six months. Got any milk yet? Yes.
Then I started my disertation of how 50% of pregnant women can't stand sex and 50% can't get enough. She claimed membership in the latter catagory and was really frustrated as her boy friend won't fuck her now. I told her how erotic I thought pregnancy was. She recognized this and added her business has doubled since she started showing. By now Saint Peter was at full staff. We parked and she got right down to business. It didn't take long as I got really hot pulling on those big nipples. She seemed to be into it too as when I started to come she started bucking as if she was coming too. What an explosion. She got a double dose so big she couldn't hold it all. She shot my sperm management theory all to hell. It'll take three days to make up that load.
Her name is Marisa. Twenty something. Has all her teeth but they could use a cleaning. Very nice girl with a pleasing personality. No hurry, no pressure, no druggie, no whinning or begging. Attitude:10 Personality:8 Performance:8 Body: pregnant.
She asked me to drop her off behind Denny's where, to my great suprise, Big Daddy Pimp was waiting. I gave Big Daddy Pimp the high five and he gave me one of those big toothy grins. (Desert Dude is right. You don't have to worry about the pimps when you treat their cash cows right). I appolgized to Marisa for coming so quickly with such a ferocious load and promised I'd try to satisfy her urges as well in the next rendezvous. I wanted full service with a sampling of mother's milk from the spiggot. This evoked a big smile. She said that now winter is approaching she'll only be working days until sunset. Then she offered her number and said to call anytime.
Sunday 10/30: good enough for government work
This report is delayed due to the fact that I'm becoming lazy in my old age.
Sunday night after midnight I prowled most of my usual SW hunting grounds, including the Twain/Swenson area, Paradise, Karen/Sherwood, Boulder, Fremont & adjacent side streets. The streets were desolate; ghostly quiet. I find that SW activity tends to pick up in the summer and slow down when the weather turns cool. This makes no sense to me in the Vegas climate. Can SWs really be so dense they go north to Minneapolis or someplace for the winter and then back south to the Mohave Desert in the summer, making them somewhat less sensible than a small migratory bird? Oh well, that's how it always seems to ebb and flow to me.
Fortunately, I don't have to care how many are out, or concern myself with the quality of the average SW I might see in any area, since I'm not randomly taking potluck. I only need to find one who's worthwhile to me, and the absence or poor quality of the rest are irrelevant. And that's what I found: exactly one good working girl on the streets of the big city. A little chocolate mouse, a petite 30ish thing named Karen who is a perfect definition of the term "spinner." She was in the middle of the notorious ghetto of the alphabet and president streets north of Washington and south of Van Buren between "D" and "H" streets, I forget exactly where, and she was really very cute with a sweet disposition, if you don't mind a woman with no breasts at all. She also was so skillful and accommodating that I just had to over-tip her for the standards of the area by giving her a second portrait of old Stonewall Jackson. I will be seeing this one again.
After depositing her near her favorite slot machine at the Town Tavern casino, or as near as I felt like going without dodging random small arms fire in the hood, I found the streets still looking lonely and chilly on my way back.
And the following sunday...
It was still quiet as a mouse. Spent a few hours stretching the legs from the Spike to the Western and surrounding environs. Ran into Tijuana, with her world-class China-like ass. She didn't have a room, although her 2 dudefriends were willing to pitch in on it. Oh well, tossed her a few bucks to keep her spirit up. Ran into a psychowench named Naomi at the Western. Was sure I was a cop. Had no money or roof. Didn't 'do that' anyway, although she just got out on a soliciting charge. Psycho. Old oral standby Deb was nowhere to be found. On the way out of town decided to swing by the old Trop/Ind track, what is it now, Trop/Martin?, doesn't have the same ring. This area has been, as loyal horndogs know, 'cleaned up' in the last year and a half. So I drove by just for old time's sake. Saw what appeared to be a short skirt and cleavage attached to a young black woman. Walking. By herself. Being the gentleman we all are, I of course offered 'Paradise' a ride. After brief introductions, she reluctantly agreed on .30 for a quick cbj. Offered her a tip if it was great. It was only good, but my hands roamed a pretty damn nice body, and supercute smile. Digits available for those who pass Vanderley's appropriate standards...
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SW maps: thanks to Google, U.S. Dept. of Defense & National Reconnaissance Office
Locals, frequent visitors, and long time readers will probably learn absolutely nothing new from these, but I have too much time on my hands at the moment and maybe they'll be useful to a few newcomers, since LVMPD neglected to include this kind of data on their crime mapping website.
This is an assortment of places scattered around town where I've made multiple pickups or at least sure sightings of SWs this year. I know it's not a complete map of all the hunting grounds, but I limited myself to mapping places just on my own personal observations, and also made no attempt to include some major areas such as Boulder and the downtown streets around the Fremont corridor, since there are just too many streetcorners occupied by women of easy virtue or too wide an area to easily map.
Note to tourists: you may ask "are these areas safe?" Well, with the exception of the little somewhat high end hooker stand on Paradise Road, I'd say either not really, no, or hell no, depending on which spot it is. They're just like the SW areas in any major city, no difference. Boulder is probably more comfortable than these for many who aren't used to fishing around in some very low income housing project type places, in my opinion.
I used the little "$" icons to indicate definite instances of loitering for the purpose of getting the rent paid, seen within the last eight or ten months, and the pharmacy symbol "Rx" icons are places where I've regularly seen dealers and/or pimps also hanging around. I prefer to avoid the Rxs, but for those thinking of seeking them out, I'm sure they'll be glad to reach into the "other" pocket to sell you some of the most expensive baking soda or oregano on earth once they make you for a tourist or at least an outsider to their 'hood. Amazing how stable, in a way, some of these low income communities can be; seems the residents just don't get around much, and know everyone who's ever been there immediately on sight.
How can you tell when it's too cold out?
When even the tranny's are inside!
Made the usually run thru the CC and it was plain out & out dead on the north side by the swing clubs. Exiting to Karen and was surprised to see even that area dead. Them people are at the tranny stand like all-weather mailmen.
The Rock had a surprising number of SWs on it but it is hard to tell what's what when they're bundled up in 30 pounds of outer-wear. A couple down by Sportsmen looked like the Michelan Man. I passed on all of it and ended up at an AMP instead.
Del Mar: miraculous resurrection
Tis the season for divinely inspired miracles, and anything is possible. Is Elvis working the lobby?
[url]http://www.reviewjournal.com/lvrj_home/2005/Aug-10-Wed-2005/news/27025457.html[/url]
There have been one or two working girls in that no man’s land between the north Strip (Stratosphere/Sahara) and downtown (Fremont) about every other time I’ve been down that stretch of LV Blvd in the past month. Looks appear to be midrange SW quality as far as I can tell while speeding by in traffic, but I haven’t taken any for a test drive. Ladies working that area most often tend to be migrants passing through for a week or two who are part of someone’s stable, rather than local regulars, and require above average precautions against cash and dash rip-offs, in my past experience.
