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07-11-18 11:14 #8588
Posts: 510I've seen her around.
Originally Posted by SluggaP [View Original Post]
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07-11-18 05:33 #8587
Posts: 434Tracy
Originally Posted by Hellcat2018 [View Original Post]
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07-11-18 00:38 #8586
Posts: 82Took a stroll
So took a stroll on 5th and saw Amy, tall brunette with a pretty tight body, I've dated her before but she looked like she was tweaking. Misty, older looking blonde with damage on her legs was also out. Small latina Jessica was out and looking pretty good (body wise), didn't get a close up look. Elisha was out on Grand Pulaski, she's lost too much weight, her face shows signs of damage as well. Decided to hit up 47th where I saw Crystal, but she looked bad. Streets have torn her apart.
Nothing new at all, this has been the worse year for me. Just 6 new ladies. The best being Elena, plastic blonde I ran into on 5th, worst was Hailey from Grand / Division. I don't think things will ever pick up again.
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07-11-18 00:25 #8585
Posts: 82Originally Posted by BlackJack23 [View Original Post]
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07-11-18 00:14 #8584
Posts: 82Originally Posted by Dre69 [View Original Post]
Sounds like the petite latina was either Mousey or Jessica. Had a threesome with those two. What a night.
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07-10-18 14:04 #8583
Posts: 510Open Carry
Originally Posted by StanleyStankas [View Original Post]
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07-10-18 10:20 #8582
Posts: 1548Yep strange
Originally Posted by Explorer8 [View Original Post]
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07-10-18 10:16 #8581
Posts: 1548It's the grease!
Originally Posted by Explorer8 [View Original Post]
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07-10-18 04:31 #8580
Posts: 31Tracy
Originally Posted by RiverMan1 [View Original Post]
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07-10-18 01:41 #8579
Posts: 1Fear and Loathing on 5th and Cic
A frequent visitor of this site, I have never posted. Used it as resource however for a short while. I discovered this site on a reddit page during the height of my curiosity of streetwalkers in the city--a curiosity that transformed over time into a hobby. This is a story that will, hopefully, conclude my adventures in dreamland.
For a long time, years in fact, I didn't act on my curiosity as I drove around, picking the locations off of posts. I merely observed. The first streetwalker I saw sent shivers down my spine as she rushed across Madison Ave and hopped into a semi. It was a thrilling sensation, a discovery. It's kind of like its own ecosystem out there, you know, touching down for the first time is something else. You almost instantly understand the vernacular--the semantics. The conflict, the power, the dialogue, the whole thing unfurls with the discovery. For a long time that was enough. I never approached or acted, just sort of window shopped in a nebulous daydream. The first woman I even spoke to in a dream, asked me to take out my dick, which I obliged, as she reached in and touched, "to make sure you're not a cop. " I had read online that LEO can actually allow a prostitute to perform this test without divulging their identity. This of course doesn't stop every new hire in dreamland from performing this exercise in false security. In any event, the lady requested I take up residence in the dream hotel, that she would walk along all separate like until our dreams met inside. I followed along around the corner in my car, but got cold feet, drove off. Rinse, repeat, until of course I finally got the nerve to dream.
When I did, I dreamt often, inventing rules for myself that I quickly struck down. In my dreams I would ever receive CBJ, only to open my dreamscape up to full service; only in a car, only to open it up to visiting the dream motel, etc. I dreamt of many of the same women that are spoken of here. Jessica, who I last saw one hit away from full on drug mummy on 5th and Kilpatrick; Veronica out by 47th; the supposed *Head Doctor*; and others, some forgotten, some remembered. I tried incessantly to catch up in a dream to Mousey, who only disappointed, flat, surface-less, clutched to my body as if frozen in the inadequacy of the whole thing. I wouldn't ever blame any if these ladies. Our expectations are our own. This profession, chosen or otherwise, is their turf. Honestly, I'll never understand how they do it.
This all brings me to some time ago on 5th and Cic, wherein a little dream takes a turn for the worse and becomes a nightmare. Cruising along with no real intention to dream, window shopping so to speak, I struck up a conversation with a few ladies. Princess. Who I've never dreamt of, and a seemingly new LSW who I avoided earlier as she strolled down Kilpatrick with who I figured was her pimp. She was alone, tattoos scrawled across her face. When I pulled around a second time I considered as I spoke to her, but ultimately decided to pass. I continued down Kilpatrick and spotted a familiar dark Crown Vic pull around the corner in front of me. I had seen it parked in the area a couple weeks back, setting up a honey pot that paid out later in the night. I knew well enough that this was a bullet dodged, but instead of hauling it home I swung back around; really just to see. My curiosity getting the better of me, only to find the Crown Vic stationed in my rear view, flashing lights soon following. Of course, I hadn't picked anything up, and wasn't carrying anything illegal, but my imagination took me places: maybe I missed something in my research; maybe just talking to these girls was now reason enough; maybe they had me for another night somehow; maybe that night I kept hearing the helicopter sounds. So on and so forth. None of it very realistic.
The vehicle lamp flashed in my direction a couple times and the first officer stepped out of the vehicle. I rolled down my window and prepared my I'd. I explained to the officer that, you know, I was jut driving around. He sharply responded, "In an area that's known for prostitution?" It took me back a step. I knew this stop was an intimidation more than anything else, but the way it all rolled off his lips with a stern easiness was alarming--I was intimidated. "What is this your first time?" his partner continued as the other went to run my license. "Yes," I lied. "Yeah right," he chortled. "Any arrests?. Any weapons?. Any illegal substances?. " the line of questioning seemed so foreign, all I could do was to answer in a hazy clip, "No. No. No. " "Relax," said the partner, "you can be honest, it's not like we caught you picking anyone up. " Yeah, fucking right, I thought. I continued to lie. The officer returned with my license, referred to me by name.
I always used a faked name. Jack, Patrick, Andrew, Percy, hell, once I even said my name was Heraclitus. When the officer referred to me by my birth name it shook me to the core. It was like the whole allure of the anonymous was shattered. Someone knew me for the first time out here by my name. He said, "XXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXX, get it somewhere else. " And they let me on my way. I went home, and that was that.
On the drive home, I got to thinking about this news story that's been floating around about the young lady who was killed and stuffed in a garage. How disgusting that was. How sad. The whole damn thing is nothing short of tragic. It feels almost too real for our times though. I mean, a body stuffed in a garage, a woman who dreamt with a lot of you folks I suppose. Where do we really expect it all to go? Most of time everyone has their head on straight but sometimes this shit takes some dark turns down a lost highway. That's kind of the feeling I get these day--something like riding my car through a ghost town.
I suppose I'm writing this because I wanted it to be said. That I was out. That I wish you all the best of the luck. Stay safe. If this tells you anything, just keep your eyes peeled and turn around if it doesn't feel right.
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07-09-18 20:20 #8578
Posts: 294Harvey
Originally Posted by GeorgeStark [View Original Post]
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07-09-18 19:10 #8577
Posts: 510+1 for Jimmys
Originally Posted by HeadFirst [View Original Post]
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07-09-18 18:28 #8576
Posts: 665Originally Posted by OPIllini [View Original Post]
I went into the dollar store across the street and grabbed a bottle of ketchup. As I'm paying for it the girl asks me if I'm "coming from Jimmy's?" Yep. Then at the same time we both say "Can't eat fries without ketchup."
Either Jimmys or the dollar store parking lots are good spots to sit to just wait and see what happens to walk by. Even on cold winter days I used to see them all the time.
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07-09-18 17:35 #8575
Posts: 510That's crazy.
Originally Posted by God45 [View Original Post]
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07-09-18 17:05 #8574
Posts: 1076Originally Posted by JumpSmoker90 [View Original Post]