While new to this site, I want to comment on Kevin Dietz's recent reports and the possible ramifications I think it could have on all of us. But first my credentials so you regular posters don't think I'm some paranoid newbie.
I picked up my first SW in downtown Los Angeles in 1989 and have going strong ever since. That has included the frequent samplings of strolls in Chicago (north Clark St), Kansas City (Independence Ave), Manhattan (Lower Broadway), San Diego (PCH), San Francisco (the Tenderloin), Portland (Burnside Ave), Denver (E. Colfax), Vegas (Naked City) and even Mexico (now way too dangerous to visit).
When I moved from LA to greater Detroit in '91, I only had a name and number supplied by a favorite Hollywood SW. "Call my cousin Jackie when you get there. She'll show you around." Well cousin Jackie certainly did and over the ensuing years I have had more fun cruising the Motor City than a human being should be allowed to have.
My all time favorite is Tijuana, whose perfect little ass I first glimpsed walking up Woodward towards 7 Mile in a torrential rain storm. After cutting off three lanes of traffic to pick her up, magic soon happened and she moved in the next day. We have now been together 3 ½ years thanks to great sexual chemistry, non-stop laughter and giving each other plenty of rope.- she still works, I still play. (PM for her digits).
Tassie from Fort is the all time worst. The most memorable is Jessica, the midget hooker from San Francisco who still has me glowing from our August 2nd tryst. We've also just scheduled an encore performance for when I return at Christmas!
And the saddest was hearing that Tina was dead, the petite 16th & McGraw rascal who always threatened that one day we'the get married. Tina's autopsy showed the murder weapon was a fatal combination of cocaine and Fentanyl. Her body was then showcased on busy 12th to greet morning commuters, probably as a warning to others who treat their drug debts a little too cavalierly. I picked up the cost of the memorial service for this little girl who never had a chance.
My experiences have taught me to be a pretty wily guy, but I've been caught in several WCS stings. The first in '10 for picking up a decoy at Lantz and John are. The second happened last July from picking up a SW near the same location. That ugly incident wound up costing me over $4300 in legal, recovery and court costs. So to say that I am very, very, VERY cautious lad these days is an understatement.
That last incident is also a big reason why both Tijuana and I went on full alert when we heard the Dietz's story concluding with, "And Chief Craig has just announced the formation of a new vice group excited to target prostitutes and their customers.
Now a far more disturbing follow-up report says DPD will work with the prosecutor's office and judges not to take plea deals for guilty fun seekers – which could mean jail time, increased fines and a solicitation charge on your permanent record. All with the goal of discouraging us from ever bedding a Detroit SW again.
Tijuana and I both agreed such stepped up enforcement could pose serious problems for all of us. More worrisome is that "Cleaning up the neighborhoods" has become the current mantra of both the new mayor and new police chief. Community groups, black radio hosts and pastors also repeat it 24/7.
Unfortunately, these cleansing efforts could easily provide quick, visible results. First LEO eyeballs girls from popular strolls hopping into our cars. Then vice sweeps in, TV stations show footage of vehicles being towed and kill joy politicians take endless victory laps while the empty coffers of Wayne County get a fast and hefty infusion of cash – all from our pockets.
Now you don't have to agree with my opinions on the potential seriousness of this matter and I certainly don't mean to dampen your fun. However I would suggest we all need to be extra vigilant in the coming weeks and months, especially on the more well known strolls.
Because speaking from experience, nothing chills the thrill of picking up a comely hooker than flashing police lights in your rearview mirror and the giant anal probe about to follow.