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[QUOTE=TrollingTheD;3757746]Great to hear Asian Liz is still around. She has a bad reputation on this site, but I will always love her. Liz was my first everything. My first kiss, my first touched boob, pussy, sex and my first love. My parents divorced when I was young, and I spent most weekends with my father. He rented some crap apartment and Liz and her family lived around the corner. She was the most exotic thing I had ever seen and I was smitten. Being older than me she thought she was so cool and teased me, but it did not matter. I was going to follow her everywhere she went. Over time we became close as did her family and they would joke about us getting married one day. Time passes and she was home less and less, she got pregnant, we grew apart, and lost touch. I was still close to her family so I got some updated here and there, but they were never good news. Her mother was one of those Asian Tiger Moms, and while it worked will on her siblings, Liz needed a different approach and when she moved out with some older guy to get away I was happy for her. Years later we saw each other again at a bar in Detroit, where she was a shot girl. We re-connected and I briefly dated her roommate at the time. Liz and her group were parting to hard for me and we again lost touch. We met again when she danced at Players and the Booby Trap. We talked here and there, until one day her number was disconnected. I would get random calls that brought me out to the ARE, as she needed help and I could never say no to Liz. Then one day nothing. My bad habits brought me to this site and into the mongering lifestyle. I saw Liz's picture on the site, always kept an eye out for her and an extra $30 bucks for her. One day, I finally saw her out on the prowl. My heart sank as I saw my first love standing on the corner of Lantz. I stopped and she hopped in. She knew my face in an instant and it was like we were kids again for 15 minutes as I drive around. Amazingly, she was still able to tease me like no one else, even after me picking her up off a street corner, turning tricks. Good old Liz. She asked how I knew about this place and what was I doing? After getting lectured by her, she said she was not going to do anything with me (I had no intentions anyway) and said she could introduce me to a girl. I gave her some money and dropped her off where she was staying. Her "friend" was about 22. Brown hair, perfect body, open to anything. We got a room and for $80 bucks spent about 2 hours putting in every hole she had and releasing every place I could. Her only rule was I had to warn her first. Inside / outside, she did not care, I just had to tell her. Got her number and saw the "friend" once a week for about a month. One day the phone did not work and she was gone. Her Facebook page said she mover to California to go to a rehab. I hope she made it. I would still give Liz money if I saw her, while I was out hunting. On more than one occasion, just gave Liz all my money because. I saw her out less and less. The guy she was staying with keeps her under his thumb. I hoped for the best but feared the worse. I do not do the street stuff anymore but still, make the loops hoping to see her. Hoping to give her a little hope without having to jump in some strange guys car. Great to hear Asian Liz is still around.[/QUOTE]This is the best, and the most heartrending story on this site. Thank you for sharing it with us.

[QUOTE=TrollingTheD;3757746]Great to hear Asian Liz is still around. She has a bad reputation on this site, but I will always love her. Liz was my first everything. My first kiss, my first touched boob, pussy, sex and my first love. My parents divorced when I was young, and I spent most weekends with my father. He rented some crap apartment and Liz and her family lived around the corner. She was the most exotic thing I had ever seen and I was smitten. Being older than me she thought she was so cool and teased me, but it did not matter. I was going to follow her everywhere she went. Over time we became close as did her family and they would joke about us getting married one day. Time passes and she was home less and less, she got pregnant, we grew apart, and lost touch. I was still close to her family so I got some updated here and there, but they were never good news. Her mother was one of those Asian Tiger Moms, and while it worked will on her siblings, Liz needed a different approach and when she moved out with some older guy to get away I was happy for her. Years later we saw each other again at a bar in Detroit, where she was a shot girl. We re-connected and I briefly dated her roommate at the time. Liz and her group were parting to hard for me and we again lost touch. We met again when she danced at Players and the Booby Trap. We talked here and there, until one day her number was disconnected. I would get random calls that brought me out to the ARE, as she needed help and I could never say no to Liz. Then one day nothing. My bad habits brought me to this site and into the mongering lifestyle. I saw Liz's picture on the site, always kept an eye out for her and an extra $30 bucks for her. One day, I finally saw her out on the prowl. My heart sank as I saw my first love standing on the corner of Lantz. I stopped and she hopped in. She knew my face in an instant and it was like we were kids again for 15 minutes as I drive around. Amazingly, she was still able to tease me like no one else, even after me picking her up off a street corner, turning tricks. Good old Liz. She asked how I knew about this place and what was I doing? After getting lectured by her, she said she was not going to do anything with me (I had no intentions anyway) and said she could introduce me to a girl. I gave her some money and dropped her off where she was staying. Her "friend" was about 22. Brown hair, perfect body, open to anything. We got a room and for $80 bucks spent about 2 hours putting in every hole she had and releasing every place I could. Her only rule was I had to warn her first. Inside / outside, she did not care, I just had to tell her. Got her number and saw the "friend" once a week for about a month. One day the phone did not work and she was gone. Her Facebook page said she mover to California to go to a rehab. I hope she made it. I would still give Liz money if I saw her, while I was out hunting. On more than one occasion, just gave Liz all my money because. I saw her out less and less. The guy she was staying with keeps her under his thumb. I hoped for the best but feared the worse. I do not do the street stuff anymore but still, make the loops hoping to see her. Hoping to give her a little hope without having to jump in some strange guys car. Great to hear Asian Liz is still around.[/QUOTE]This is quite a story, and very sad.

[QUOTE=TheReal313;3758012]I'm tired of hearing about plp getting busted when we all just out trying to enjoy ourselves so I have these women number.[/QUOTE]These were all random pics.

Left side.

1: Peggy big chest heard she's skinny now though usually at motel on Gratiot from the Harper area.

2: Amber from the Harper area.

3: Kayla from SW OK oral skills.

4: Anne she's really sweet girl you take care of her good she will take care of you also SW area.

Right side.

1. Lee Lee she party a lot SW area.

2: Paige really pretty kitty and really good sex SW area.

It's kinda sad, I been here since Oct 2015, and seen a decline, a little after I started getting into the hobby. When I first joined, women like mad on John are, now it's a ghost town. I go back and read how happy you guys were from before I joined and wish I could of experienced that. I go back and see how the women who look like crap now used to look when they started in like 2008 etc. I wish I could experience what you guys experienced. Made friends with the ladies etc. Might sound like a ***** or whatever, but it's sad and depressing seeing where the hobby has turned. Even on back page, nothing is there, just bad attitude women who wants 80 plus for a short stay, when they answer or reply that is. Even though I wasn't in the hobby and only seen SW when riding the bus down John are I wish I could experience what you guys experienced.

[QUOTE=DTownFreak;3758946]It's kinda sad, I been here since Oct 2015, and seen a decline, a little after I started getting into the hobby. When I first joined, women like mad on John are, now it's a ghost town. I go back and read how happy you guys were from before I joined and wish I could of experienced that. I go back and see how the women who look like crap now used to look when they started in like 2008 etc. I wish I could experience what you guys experienced. Made friends with the ladies etc. Might sound like a ***** or whatever, but it's sad and depressing seeing where the hobby has turned. Even on back page, nothing is there, just bad attitude women who wants 80 plus for a short stay, when they answer or reply that is. Even though I wasn't in the hobby and only seen SW when riding the bus down John are I wish I could experience what you guys experienced.[/QUOTE]The drugs have taken its toll on the ladies as well as the communities.

[QUOTE=DetroitWill;3759140]The drugs have taken its toll on the ladies as well as the communities.[/QUOTE]Wish I could of experienced the golden era, when they were new on the streets etc and chips want doing stings and was actually going after child traffickers and drug dealers.

[QUOTE=DTownFreak;3758946]It's kinda sad, I been here since Oct 2015, and seen a decline, a little after I started getting into the hobby. When I first joined, women like mad on John are, now it's a ghost town. I go back and read how happy you guys were from before I joined and wish I could of experienced that. I go back and see how the women who look like crap now used to look when they started in like 2008 etc. I wish I could experience what you guys experienced. Made friends with the ladies etc. Might sound like a ***** or whatever, but it's sad and depressing seeing where the hobby has turned. Even on back page, nothing is there, just bad attitude women who wants 80 plus for a short stay, when they answer or reply that is. Even though I wasn't in the hobby and only seen SW when riding the bus down John are I wish I could experience what you guys experienced.[/QUOTE]I also remember those days, a decade prior to 2008. Yes, the Ave could be quite a show some nights. I recall one rutted vacant lot that became a virtual drive-thru as a parade of vehicles pulled up and off the street, drivers asking several girls at different spots in turn, "how much"? I parked a block down and walked up to ask, and the rates for some very cute and shapely girls was seventy to eighty for FS, plus your room at the Vic. In those days, I did not have the funds, nor the temerity to go through with it.

However, those were not halcyon years by any stretch of the imagination. The streets also contained women who were old, toothless, scarred, sick, abused, beaten, addicted, crippled; above all, the common denominator was desperation. And these were more often the ones you would see. One woman I met stands out: early one exceptionally bitter cold morning on my way to work downtown, I saw a couple of forlorn huddled figures in a parking lot, gazing hopefully at the passing traffic; my curiosity is piqued because one's face is obscured. I pull into the lot and the woman hurries over to my window. She's holding up a paper or something to conceal the lower part of her face. She's offering to do whatever for ten dollars, but I ask why is she hiding her face?

She lowered her hand and I see her face was recently burned. I don't recall that she explained how, but I assumed it was due to an accident using a crack pipe. A little scared now at her plight, I mutter some lame excuse and wish her good luck, while she, crestfallen and shivering, is begging for just a few dollars and to be let in my warm car. I drove away, feeling like a shitheel for lacking the intestinal fortitude and the simple human compassion to help this woman.

In my opinion, "sad and depressing" is not the lack of attractive, responsive women available on the street for your pleasure at the bargain-basement rates of ten or twenty years ago; "sad and depressing" are the circumstances that push women to the streets. I agree with those here who advocate the European model: legalize and tax it.

Unfortunately, legalization would not help the streetwalkers. I am certain a monthly STD check would be required to practice legally and I doubt 1 in 100 would pass. At a minimum they all have HEP and I would bet a majority have HIV as well. These girls would carry on as usual and attempt to stay under the radar. Keep it covered!!

[QUOTE=Acoustic53;3759173]I also remember those days, a decade prior to 2008. Yes, the Ave could be quite a show some nights. I recall one rutted vacant lot that became a virtual drive-thru as a parade of vehicles pulled up and off the street, drivers asking several girls at different spots in turn, "how much"? I parked a block down and walked up to ask, and the rates for some very cute and shapely girls was seventy to eighty for FS, plus your room at the Vic. In those days, I did not have the funds, nor the temerity to go through with it.

However, those were not halcyon years by any stretch of the imagination. The streets also contained women who were old, toothless, scarred, sick, abused, beaten, addicted, crippled; above all, the common denominator was desperation. And these were more often the ones you would see. One woman I met stands out: early one exceptionally bitter cold morning on my way to work downtown, I saw a couple of forlorn huddled figures in a parking lot, gazing hopefully at the passing traffic; my curiosity is piqued because one's face is obscured. I pull into the lot and the woman hurries over to my window. She's holding up a paper or something to conceal the lower part of her face. She's offering to do whatever for ten dollars, but I ask why is she hiding her face?

She lowered her hand and I see her face was recently burned. I don't recall that she explained how, but I assumed it was due to an accident using a crack pipe. A little scared now at her plight, I mutter some lame excuse and wish her good luck, while she, crestfallen and shivering, is begging for just a few dollars and to be let in my warm car. I drove away, feeling like a shitheel for lacking the intestinal fortitude and the simple human compassion to help this woman.

In my opinion, "sad and depressing" is not the lack of attractive, responsive women available on the street for your pleasure at the bargain-basement rates of ten or twenty years ago; "sad and depressing" are the circumstances that push women to the streets. I agree with those here who advocate the European model: legalize and tax it.[/QUOTE]The looks aren't the saddest, the fun times being gone is.

Just wondering, as a hobbyist who finds tattoos a turn-off rather than a turn-on. Why do the majority of girls, not just on the Big D streets, but on the streets of any major metropolis, think that it is somewhat or somehow cool to cover their bodies with this "art" when many of their prospective clients don't like it. And that it will look like real crap when they get older (if they survive that long).

I remember the good ole days, tried like you to save numbers, sooner or laters all my numbers were no longer.

This risks are so great and those numbers are invaluable.

Be safe.

Hugh.

[QUOTE=TheReal313;3758012]I'm tired of hearing about plp getting busted when we all just out trying to enjoy ourselves so I have these women number.[/QUOTE]

[QUOTE=BarryWilliams9;3760754]Just wondering, as a hobbyist who finds tattoos a turn-off rather than a turn-on. Why do the majority of girls, not just on the Big D streets, but on the streets of any major metropolis, think that it is somewhat or somehow cool to cover their bodies with this "art" when many of their prospective clients don't like it. And that it will look like real crap when they get older (if they survive that long).[/QUOTE]Do you like them tats? You are the one asking I sure as the hell don't. I find it hard to look past them when DATY or traveling around a woman or providers body. Just my two cents.

Some are ok but all the over her body, NO THANKS.

Who knows what they think when they are getting them. Shit if they are free they'll take them.

[QUOTE=BarryWilliams9;3760754]Just wondering, as a hobbyist who finds tattoos a turn-off rather than a turn-on. Why do the majority of girls, not just on the Big D streets, but on the streets of any major metropolis, think that it is somewhat or somehow cool to cover their bodies with this "art" when many of their prospective clients don't like it. And that it will look like real crap when they get older (if they survive that long).[/QUOTE]Like hair and nails, tattoos are another form of body adornment. It makes the wearer feel good about themselves.

I'm with you, a tattoo is nothing but an insult to the body IMO. I can understand the need of ancient peoples to use a tattoo to declare membership or allegiance to a tribe or a clan or a faith, something that would remain unchanged throughout the individual's lifetime; but we have I'd cards and chips for that now.

[QUOTE=BarryWilliams9;3760754]Just wondering, as a hobbyist who finds tattoos a turn-off rather than a turn-on. Why do the majority of girls, not just on the Big D streets, but on the streets of any major metropolis, think that it is somewhat or somehow cool to cover their bodies with this "art" when many of their prospective clients don't like it. And that it will look like real crap when they get older (if they survive that long).[/QUOTE]They are a major turnoff, just like smoking.

[QUOTE=XirCom;3761622]They are a major turnoff, just like smoking.[/QUOTE]I've learned to ignore tattoos, because if I waited to get an SP without tattoos, I'd be waiting a long time.