Christina: A Staple Of The Low Numbers On Lincoln
[QUOTE=NotLob;7246084]I think it was all a dream, a good looking slender woman walking between 7th and 8th on Lincoln. I smiled and she jumped in, said he bumper fell off her truck and she needed money before her boyfriend picked her up or he would be angry, went to my spot. I'm an old guy and often it doesn't respond but she was so enthusiastic and sensual got hard didn't finish but did have good looking.
Woman with me. 30 bucks, said her name is Christina. No number, doubt that she usually walks that area.[/QUOTE]That's Christina, and she is always walking Lincoln's low numbers, where you found her up to about 12th street. I had her once a couple of years ago when she worked Greenfield. If you look back, you should see a report of mine in May of 2023, in which Erika was turning me down one day, and one of the times she turned me down, Christina was in my car, and we were on our way back from a date. She didn't have any car problem. Poppycock. I keep turning her down because she seems psycho and retarded. But I'm happy for you that she did a good job on you. Excellent. You'd have to check my report, but if I remember correctly, she was a decent date, but I don't think I came, and I'm middle aged, coming on most dates.
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Conqureing Erika Again: Road Head! Also Pumping Into Ladonna, Chevy, And Krazy Kerri!
All of my writing on this forum is fiction. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events, is entirely coincidental.
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Ladonna car date BBBJ CIM WS 30.
Chevy car date BBBJ CIM 30.
Erika car date road head BBBJ CIM.
Krazy Kerri car date BBBJ CIM 30.
In a gynocentric world, prostitution is an oasis of sanity. In a misandrist society, working girls level out the playing field in the dating scene. Women take advantage of men's loneliness, and smart men take advantage of women's drugginess.
I arrived in town Friday afternoon and cruised for an hour and a half, didn't pick anything up, so then I called a few slores. Ladonna answered first, so I went all the way to western Franklin and picked her up in the late afternoon, from a relative's apartment she said she'd spent the previous night at. This is the one who introduced herself as Donna a few weeks back, and who I reported as such. Well, all of the girls told me that she is Ladonna- and one of you might have also told me that, either privately or publicly- and they were right. Ladonna sucked my filthy cock and made me shoot into her mouth, and she swallowed every drop, just like the first time, a few weeks earlier. With Jill The Great MIA, Ladonna is the only woman in Milwaukee who challenges Erika for the Greatest Blowjob crown. Ladonna is absolutely amazing. And she says she enjoys sucking cock. Her joy is palpable, and visible on her face as she's sucking you. When Jamie puts her mind to it, she's up there, too. But these two blow jobs I've had from Ladonna were so intense and exciting, like a rollercoaster ride of pleasure. One good thing about this is that she and Erika have not opposite, but different styles of blow jobs. So, regardless of who's better (if I were to pinpoint one being better than the other), I like to experience both blow jobs, alternating- and, of course, with blow jobs of tons of other women sprinkled in. We men need to pump off! That's what these drug addicts are for. I dropped Ladonna off at a trap house and continued with my life.
Found a wino named Kissy skulking up the alley that runs parallel with Lincoln, just south of Lincoln, at around 8th street. She said she's not a slore, and the other girls have, in fact, verified that she's not, when I asked. But Kissy knows all of the Lincoln girls! She spent around a half-hour in my car, parked in front of the convenience store on I think 15th and Lincoln. She wound up buying 3 pieces or pairs of jewelry for a total of $5! Since she's not a girl who makes me cum, the price was $2 each for her, instead of $1 each, although I cut her a little bit of a deal, making it 3 for $5. And I didn't spend a penny on her or give her anything. She's homeless. You got to love an independent woman.
Next, I picked up Erika. I was requiring road head, and she was furious, first trying to get 1/3 higher pay, then backing down and accepting the regular pay. I told her I'm dropping her back off at the trap without a date (we were still only one block away) because of her attempting to get more money out of me, and as she was getting out, I backed down and said we'd do the date for the regular pay. 1/3 of the pay from each date is going toward her debt to me, and she insisted that this time, due to it being road head "which I don't do", she keeps all of it. At that point, I told her to get the fuck out. We were pulling out of the alley, onto a street adjoining the block the trap is on. She refused to exit. So, I started driving away. A slore stays in my vehicle against my permission, she gets driven wherever I feel like driving her. While we were still on that street by the trap, she told me to stop, and I did, and she got out, slamming the door shut almost as hard as she could.
After I drove away, I noticed that she'd forgotten her crack pipe on my front passenger's seat. I found Chevy walking Lincoln at the gas station on 13th, and picked her up, moving the crack pipe for her to get in. She inquired whose that is, and I told her, and she claimed to not know Erika. I told her that Erika knows her. We repaired to a spot, and Chevy sucked my cock. While I was shooting into her facehole, she at one point said, "Mmm-mmm" (as in "no" and I replied gleefully, "Mmm-hmmm!" (as in "yes" A second later, she removed her mouth from the throbbing member and spat my goo out onto the pavement. We leave filth everywhere we go.
After dropping Chevrolet back off, I called Erika and told her that she'd left her crack pipe in my car, and she said she'd just realized that she had. I axed her if she wants me to bring it back, and she replied in the affirmative, acting nice and appreciative. I drove and dropped it off to her, and we chatted for 10 or 15 minutes in my car. Then, I dropped her back off at the trap, with the agreement that she will give me road head later, since I was spent from my date with Chevy already. She agreed that 1/3 of the compensation would go to pay toward her debt. You see, my perpetual threat of walking away from her and washing my hands of her completely scares the daylights out of Erika, so I get her to do the things that all hookers, including herself, do- and which 80% of hookers do for me- but which she attempts to deny me.
I called Erika at around 5:30 on Saturday morning and advised her that we'd better do the road head before sunrise. She concurred, so I picked her up just before 6:00. When I had dropped her crack pipe off, I'd seen her now scrawny legs from up the alley, from behind, and not been into her. I actually loved how the pregnancy filled her out, and I dug her appearance when her ankles and lower legs were swollen. But having her in my car sucking my dick Sunday morning, I reached around and pulled up her mini-skirt, and found a bare naked bottom and twat! Her pussy was cleanly shaven (as it usually is). Her ass and pussy looked and felt so good! I got hard while she was sucking me, and I was fondling her buttocks and rubbing her pussy as I drove. Her dire and repeated warnings about how she magically becomes a lousy cocksucker when she's giving roadhead were all a sham. Her technique was just as incredible as ever. After some minutes, she did start nodding off, though. After 9 minutes of roadhead, I pulled over into the parking lane and had her finish me off, which took 4 minutes of fellatio while the vehicle was stationary. Presto! Erika procured a load! It appeared right in her mouth, and she then spat it out my front passenger's door. A 13-minute blow job, from 6:00 until 6:13 am On the way back to drop her off at the trap, Erika was enraged at my conquest, and over the course of a few seconds, she delivered, I would estimate, 4 to 6 punches to her own head! This as an alternative to punching or kicking my dashboard, evidently. This makes me not as mad at her for kicking my dash the other week, because now that I know she gets so enraged at me that she is willing to self-harm, I know that her attack on my property was not done for fun, but out of sincere emotion. I am considering offering my upper arm as an alternative to her head or my property for her to wail on whenever she's mad. I feel bad that she hit herself. That makes me sad. But the road head had to be done. I'm not conscripted to associate with the slore. I have every moral, if not legal, right to make demands if she wants me to stick around.
I give Erika a lot of credit: She's not a snitch. Lots of slores have threatened to call police when they're refusing to get out of my car, or when we are having other disagreements. One of them even did call the cops once! Throughout my life, many men and women have called or threatened to call the police on me, so Erika stands head and shoulders above the crowd. Only weak pieces of shit use courts and cops to resolve personal disputes with someone who clearly isn't going to go that route himself. As for me, I've never met anyone who was able to scare me into calling or threatening to call the police. I've called the cops on women, children, and businesses many times, but never have I used police or courts, or the threat thereof, to resolve a conflict between me and another man or a female member of the underworld. I did threaten to call the police on Angel when she held my phone for ransom; but she had already pointed at the cameras so as to notify me that beating or killing her will be prosecuted. So, even that example is not me being a snitch or a wimp. Now, once a man or a female member of the underworld has called or threatened to call the police on me, I call the police on them for the rest of their life. That's my noble policy.
I had already slept a few hours in my car before the road head, then afterward I drove back and slept a couple more hours. Then I got up in the mid-late morning. Resumed the stroll in the mid-afternoon. Quickly found Krazy Kerri (pictured below) on Greenfield, somewhere between 20th and 22nd streets, on the north sidewalk. Drove her to a spot and got a good blow job. Pumped my goo into her facehole. Spit. Done. Dropped her back off. BTW, I had seen Kerri out a week or so earlier and hollered her over to my car and paid her the $10 I'd owed her for hooking me up with that mechanic two months earlier. He'd fixed my car for under $100 labor (not counting parts that I paid for at the store), so my offer was a $20 finder's fee, as opposed to a $10 finder's fee if he charged $200 or less. I'd paid her $10 before he started fixing my car, then paid her the other $10 in said instance when I saw her on the street a week or so ago.
Variety is the spice of life.
Cruise 'til you come.
Cops need their dick sucked, too.
A person who lacks the agency to keep a phone number deserves to have sperm squirted all over her face.
Slores who pump women's husbands' sperm into their gullet are winners, and the wives who are cheated on are losers.
Natural law cancels out state law.
Equality can only exist among equals.
I splatterpaint pink walls white.
Let's keep pumping cream into these women's holes, shall we, gents?
Body Shopper.
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Harnessing The Pig Goddess. Cashing In A Coupon With Krissie The Cocksucker.
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Erika car date BBBJ CIM.
Krissie car date BBBJ CIM Free with my Valentine's Day coupon!
Erika car date BBBJ CIM.
I love fucking women. As many women as possible. Whether one at a time, or multiple at once. Variety is the spice of life, gentlemen, and don't you forget it!
I arrived in Milwaukee yesterday afternoon, having some serious business to take care of, of which Erika is a part. After two stops on that agenda, Erika called me while I was driving from a suburb within Milwaukee County to the Silver City neighborhood within the city of Milwaukee. As I crossed 27th street traveling eastbound on Greenfield avenue, Erika said that she'd just gotten to Greenfield. She'd been talking with me since she'd left the trap, traveling on foot toward Greenfield. Erika knew that I was in town, but she didn't know that I was approaching Greenfield. She happily said to Stacy, "I'm going to go this way and try to catch! Two seconds later, I spotted her and Stacy on 22nd street's south side, Erika rounding the corner, walking east, and Stacy crossing the street, going west. Stacy smiled at me, amused to see me there, since she knew that Erika and I were on the phone at the moment. I pulled right up to Erika and made the scoop. My new spot is at a business, and therefore is not fit for daytime weekday dates. Erika directed me to a city lot that was almost vacant. Two lone cars were in it. The lot was rectangular and small, comprised of two rows of parking spots. The end spot of each one had a car in it. I pulled up beside one, to be as far from the view of the homes as possible. This was broad daylight, late afternoon. Erika and I both agreed that the vehicle next to us is occupied. Erika assured me that they don't care, citing the appearance of the vehicle. I figured that since Erika has been a professional street prostitute for 14 years, all of which has been spent pumping out ball sacks on the streets of the Silver City neighborhood, I can rely on her opinion in such matters. So, I whipped my dick out next to the neighboring occupants in broad daylight, and Erika sucked it. Before long, she procured a mighty load! She spat it out on the pavement. Then we repaired to a local gas station, where I bought her something to eat. I am required to make food offerings to The Pig Goddess, or one of my struts goes bad. We had an incredibly important activity to do the following morning that has to do with both of us, but which was extremely important to me, and she was in a hurry to get to the home of one of her alternate dope dealers, so we didn't get to discuss everything I wanted to discuss. She assured me that she'll be out in 30 minutes. I figured that was a lie because girls usually stay for a couple of hours inside trap houses when they buy something.
I parked on Greenfield, in a spot where I figured I'd see her when she came out to hook again. Hazel came up and sat in my car with me. She asked me if she can shoot up in my car. I replied that it would be an honor for me if she would. While the needle was in her leg which was propped up on my dashboard, a cop popped a you-turn right in front of my car! I was scared, but Hazel wasn't phased. He then put his lights on and took off like a bat out of hell. Hazel had asked me to buy her a McDonald's hamburger, and I did. It was $2.19 plus tax, which came out to $2.32. She offered me 30 cents, which I happily took, remarking that that makes the purchase a little less painful at $2.02 instead of $2.32. Hazel and I did a few short drives and sat other places, but I always came back quickly to my perch. I waited there for 3 hours for Erika like a vulture, and then presto! She strolled up the sidewalk in my direction, not having bothered to answer or return my calls or texts. It was dark by now. I got out and said, "Gotchya!" She told me to meet her on such-and-such a street, which was right around the next corner west. I told Hazel to make haste. Hazel took about a minute to gather her possessions and get out. So, I drove down, hung a right, then another right into the alley, and when I emerged, Erika was nowhere to be found! I was guessing she was in the white pickup truck right next to the alley, so I stopped, not letting him out for a few seconds. I looked right at the driver- a normal-looking white man in perhaps his early-mid thirties, with brown hair and perhaps a little brown goatee. He looked respectable and stern, if a bit alarmed, in the face of my diligence. I could not tell if Erika was in the car with him or not, so I pulled into the parking lane in front of the car that was in front of him to let him go around so I could get a better look. Sure enough! She was sitting in his passenger's seat! It only took her 5 seconds to catch! But with one of the fights of my life coming up in the morning, and her having lied and told me she'd meet me in a half hour, then three hours later told me to meet her on that street we were now on, I wasn't having any of this. So I followed them. They turned right, eastbound on Greenfield, and I followed right behind them. After about a block, I called Erika and she answered. I told her that I'm following her, and she asked me to stop. The fella then parked, and I parked a quarter to a half block behind him, both of us on Greenfield with our vehicles on. I admonished her about her lies and the importance of what's upon our horizon the following morn. She told me to meet her on that same street when she's done with the date. I admonished her that she just lied and said the same thing, but I let her go and do her date, and I drove off.
I then perched myself by the alley I was guessing she'd have him take her into after the date, to drop her off at that same drug dealer's house. I was mistaken in that guess, and received a couple of texts from her about a half-hour after that incident, telling me that I'm not there. I called her and quickly drove 3 1/2 blocks up to "there". There she was, and she refused to get into my car and talk! She said she needed to catch to make money. I quickly got her to get in, and we talked and talked about the important thing that was coming up this morning. Eventually, I started driving around. I told Erika that I'm looking for women to suck my cock, and that she'd have to get in the back if I find one, and that I just messaged Krissie while Erika and I were together, to cash in my Valentine's Day coupon for a free blow job, and was awaiting a response from Krissie. Erika and I finished speaking about all of the things that I wanted to speak with her about. I could tell that Erika was now in the mode of waiting for me to fail at finding another worthwhile mouth to feed, so that I would hire her for a blow job. But alas, Krissie replied to my message! Yay! I am going through financial hardship right now, so this free blow job was a blessing. Erika claimed that that guy I'd followed had pulled into a spot, then told her that he's not going to do the date because he doesn't want any trouble, and handed her $5 and dropped her back off. But the thing is, she re-emerged about half-an-hour after I'd driven away from them. And she went to her main trap house, allegedly for some other reason than to buy dope, but claimed, upon her return to my car, that some customer in the trap house had decided to give her a dime of boi and a dime of girl! I think the bish was lying through her teeth, and that the fella I'd followed had done the date with her. I think she was trying to guilt trip me. I never felt the least bit guilty to begin with.
By and by, I told Erika that I'm going to meet up with Krissie soon. Next thing I know, she has me drop her off right where all of the previous activity took place at. Solicited, Erika told me that the guy I'd followed was one who had picked her up once, several months ago, BTW. So, she had me park at this same location, and then she got out and went to a car that had was parked on the other side of this side street, facing the next street down. So, about a half-a-block behind me. This was one of her regular customers who she'd been arranging the date with via phone. I drove off.
Erika called me around 20 minutes later, asking me to pick her up. I returned from 5 minutes away and scooped her up. She requested a ride just a few blocks, and I obliged. Dropped her off, and that's the last I saw of her that night. I was supposed to drive her to and from a date in Cudahy that was supposed to take 15 minutes, but she texted me later, saying that that's probably not happening because she isn't getting any response from him. LOL I love it when these slores get a taste of their own medicine.
Around 10 minutes later, I picked up Krissie at her place of residence. We drove to my new spot, and she gave me the Krissie blow job. It's an alright blow job, and it gets the job done if you haven't shot in the last 6 hours, which I hadn't. I'm guessing Krissie is about 17 for 20 now in making me shoot, over the past probably 4 years or so that I've known her. Pictured below are the front and back sides of the free blowjob coupon Krissie gave me in late February. You can read its expiration date and everything. She made them for Valentine's Day. A dozen of them. And handed them out to her best customers over the course of the following couple of weeks. Or perhaps it's my status as a celebrity journalist that made me eligible for the unsavory voucher.
Admittedly, Krissie did, as I'd anticipated she would, ask me for a loan of $10 right before I dropped her back off. I was happy to do it. She's already proven herself to be good for knocking $10 off of the next date to pay back debt.
I give Krissie a lot of credit for her entrepreneurship and customer service. Simple minds will think that she shouldn't be giving us free coupons, but sophisticated minds understand that when businesses treat their customers well, or when independent contractors treat their clients well, the customers or clients appreciate that and continue doing business with that person. It's a basic and immutable law of commerce. The sex trade is no exception.
Slept in my car, and awoke this morning. Erika answered her phone at 7:00 in the morning, knowing that I'm calling to get her to participate in something that she will not make any money off of, and which she loathes to do! But for me, Erika did this. Or should I say, for all of the benefits she gets off of me. You see, I had told her last night that if she doesn't do this for me, we will likely drift apart gradually over the course of the next year. I picked Erika up at around 7:30, and we spent until 11:00 am Occupied with the activity that was so dear and important to me. After that, we continued to hang out in my car. Just before 1:00, she gave me a blow job. I remarked between gasps during the early part of the blow job, "That is the most heavenly technique!" She was tonguing my head with her lips sealed tightly around my upper shaft. I timed this blow job, and it took all of 9 minutes. I would guess that the last 6 or 7 minutes were spent with her performing her trademark fast head bobbing up and down technique. Probably 3 or 4 minutes before my orgasm, I admonished her to juggle my nuts, and she obliged. I have had so many great times in my car over the past coming up on 8 years now with Erika moving her head up and down fast on my cock, minute after minute, frantically sucking. It is customary for me to be in my car somewhere or other in Milwaukee County, looking around at the scenery out the windows, while Erika works fastidiously on bringing me closer and closer to orgasm as I writhe and gasp in her clutches. She's a good, hard worker. I have always admired Erika's work ethic. Whether we are happy with each other or at each other's throats, she performs the same every time: with precision, skill, and professionalism. She can be grumbling in pure hatred for me while I'm barking hatefully at her, and she still tongues my head and sucks me fast up-and-down. That's the mark of a true entrepreneur.
So, we spent around a quarter of a day together this time: 7:30 am Until 1:00 pm And we actually got along really well today. At one point while she was nodding off in the morning, I reached over and started feeling her breasts from outside her bra and shirt, and rubbing her pussy from outside her jeans. Her pussy was wet as fuck, and soaked her jeans! At one point, her eyes opened, and I asked her how that feels, and she said, "Good". This is the first time Erika's ever acknowledged enjoying any sexual contact with me! And later, during the blow job, I think she had different, tighter and thinner pants on, and I was feeling her pussy from outside the pants again, from behind. Both times- earlier, from the front while she sat there, and later from behind while she sucked my cock- her pants were fucking wet with pussy juice, and my hand came back smelling like her pussy! I complimented her a couple of times on how great her pussy smells! Yum!
The place Erika uses to have Johns come and pick her up at when she arranges dates via phone, and drop her off at from any type of date, is 22nd street, between Greenfield avenue and Orchard street. So if you're not seeing her on Greenfield, that one-block stretch of 22nd street is your best bet. Shoot a load onto her face for me, and tell her I told you to do it.
BTW, the previous time I was in town, I gave Ladonna the 4-pack: pink backpack, pink shaver, pink bag of Hershey's Kisses, and bottle of hand sanitizer. Ladonna earned that highest of honors.
Also, the time before that that I was in town, I reported an incongruous pair of data regarding the time Erika and I were together. It was true that it was 21 hours long, but it was from around 4:30 in the afternoon the first day until around 1:30 in the afternoon the following day, with us having slept in my motel room in-between.
Body Shopper.
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Four Girls, Two News Updates And Some Trivia
I arrived at 27th and National at 8:50 AM and headed East. I was a bit sad cause I knew Nikki was a guest of the state and I wouldn't see her but was hoping for some other distractions to ease my mind. There was nothing on National or the first couple laps on Greenfield or the single loop I did on Lincoln. After about 45 minutes of cruising I found my first pickup. It was Nicole, she was standing on the North corner of 10th and Greenfield. (Two Photos Below) When I first picked her up I thought I had made a big mistake, thought she was stoned, but after a couple minutes with her I realized she was suffering from some kind of neurological disorder. She had twitches in her face and arms and at first it was a bit of a put off, but she is a sweet girl and did an inspired job. BBBJ for $30 plus a $10 tip. The actual BJ wasn't the best because she didn't have good control over how she moved but her enthusiasm was great, especially when I got my little vibrater going and used on her. Well worth the time and money and I'd pick her up again any time I might see her.
Next up was Becki. I think I found her in the mid to upper teens of Greenfield. (Two Photos Below With The Spider Webs On Her Boobs) She also gave great service with BBBJ for $30 with a $10 tip, and I'd also repeat with her.
Next was Pocahontas. She was not only 3rd for the day, but what I'd consider Strike 3. I'm not sure why the fuk I even picked her up. She is an AA girl and I've sworn off picking them up as street walkers. I like black girls just fine, have had numerous dates with them, both regular dates and professional ones, but as street walkers they seem more likely to give problems than other girls. Pocahontas did not give any problems, gave fair, if uninspired head for a very short time. When I saw her on the street with that dark red hair, a nice dress and lace stockings she looked pretty good. Once she was in the car and up close she did not look tempting at all. I paid, she sucked and I dropped her off. Both of us were glad at the parting.
Walkers were few and far between from my arrival at 8:50 AM until shortly after noon. Then, for about an hour they were everywhere. I just missed one at 22nd and Greenfield. A nice tall, thin girl with dark hair and a face tattoo. I had seen her and gone around the block, and someone in a little blue compact car scooped her before I got to her. She saw me and knew I was interested but the other guy got there first and I didn't see her again. There was another one by that convenience store / liquor store at 11th that I just missed as well. In fact, there were 3 girls all there at the same time, but just the one I was really interested in.
A little later just past 11th I saw several girls, one, a thin dark haired girl looked really good and I made eye contact with her and pulled over just past her. She started walking towards me and as she got almost to my car she stopped, turning to listen to something. She glanced back at me then started walking away. I though what the hell. I looked around a little more and I see a blond haired girl walking towards me now. It was Lola. (Photo Below Drinking Mountain Dew) I hadn't noticed her in that group and exactly where she came from I'm still not sure but she hopped in my car and I knew my day was going to get better. Lola ain't the cheapest girl out there, but she will do pretty much anything you want, any way you want and as many times as you want and enjoy it all.
We retired to a handy spot North of National and I parked on the street among other cars and put the sun screen in the windshield. We did full service. I've only had full service with her once before at a motel. She reclined her seat all the way back and I climbed over the counsel and put my knees on the floor in front of her and we fucked. (I'm 6' 2" and 210 LBS) I got done fairly fast, maybe 5 minutes. I knew it was going to be over quick and had asked Lola if I should get the vibrater for her and she said yes. After I was done, Lola wasn't but was still working that vibrater for all she was worth. She asked me to use my fingers inside her to help get her off, and of course I complied. It wasn't long before she was done too. After dropping her off I headed home at 1:45 in the afternoon. But this review is not done yet. I have a couple news updates and trivia for everyone.
First off, I ask Lola again if her and Loli are really sisters. I had stated that before on here and someone on the board said they were not. Lola again told me they are and I see no reason she would lie about it.
Next, I ask her about the guy that does those F. A. C. E. Interviews with the street walkers on YouTube. Lola was interviewed 2 months ago, and she says he pays for the interview but does not try to get any other services from them. I know there was speculation on here that he probably did a little more than just the interview and if it was me I certainly would, but according to Lola he never did, at least not with her or a couple other girls she has talked to that he interviewed.
And finally, some trivia. On this trip I cruised 51 miles in 4 hours and 55 minutes on Greenfield, National and one loop on Lincoln and the streets that connect them. That's all between 6th and 27th Streets and not counting any of the 342 miles from my driveway to 27th Street and back again. Just a little indicator that you got to have perseverance to succeed in this game.
Bobtail parking near 24th without cameras or like can I use one of why'all cars?
Cmon bros, we're like brothers, when I lived here years ago. A couple chicks hopped on and I caught nothing. I miss it. Omaha is ASS when it comes to this. Hey, is it wise to try to get a room at national ave hotel? Car is in out of state.
A Few Topics Of Discussion
Troll Mongo: I actually had beaten you to the punch and obtained the information about that interviewer from Krazy Kerri during our recently reported date, but I'd forgotten to mention it on here. So, props to you for posting it since I'd been negligent. Kerri hadn't been interviewed, but she'd spoken through the window with him a couple of times and had planned on being interviewed. He never accosted her for sex, nor her friends who had been interviewed by him.
MexxxiBrewer: That is some great intelligence about the City Gurlz. I don't do online shit because I prefer not to quadruple the amount I pay, but it's interesting and relevant nonetheless. BTW, Ivy does, in fact, walk. I saw her hooking once, and I also accosted her once as she was walking up an alley to the trap most of my girls frequent. And she identifies herself as a streetwalker in the interview. Also, the only way that interviewer obtains women to interview is by seeing streetwalkers out and about and pulling up to them. I do find her sexy in her photos and in that video interview, but on the street, I did not find her to be sexy, and turned her down outright. In the alley she looked alright and I was soliciting, but she was asking way to much, so I opted not to pick her up. A buddy of mine got her down to the low price that other street walkers charge and had a great date with her.
Hunting Streets: Like I said, there's no one 60 years old or older on the streets. Even 50's is rare.
BTW, Erika told me last time I was in town that Rose is back! Erika did not talk with her, but she spotted what she thought was Rose but wasn't sure, since Rose has gotten fatter, as Erika rode on Greenfield avenue in a vehicle. Then when Erika was walking again herself, a couple of women excitedly axed her if she'd seen Rose, and they told Erika that they'd spoken with Rose while she was out there. So, while I guess it's not 100% confirmation like it would be if Erika herself had talked with her, I will say that Erika considers it to be 100% confirmation.
A friend of mine recently told me that Rachel hung out and talked with him after a date and squeezed his hand and told him he's a good person, and he reciprocated the sentiment. They finished the night with a long, passionate French kiss (yuck! So, it appears that this is her schtick. I thought I was special, but now that that fellow reported this to me, I realize it's her gimmick to keep clientele. Wow. The things you learn the older you get. People are disheartening. But Rache's still on my A list because she gave back 10 of the 20 I'd given her that one time, after she'd quit after 4 minutes of head. I had to ask for it, but still, she knew I wasn't going to make her walk or get violent if she refused, so that half-refund is a testament to her good character.
