Streetwalker Reports

**TrollMongo** · 09-09-23 10:06

I got to Milwaukee about 8:15 AM Friday morning. The day was planned with Andrea for a motel visit and too do a few photos but about half way into the 170 mile each way trip she texted too say she was too sick to do anything. I was very disappointed but figured I could just do a normal day cruising Milwaukee even though I had about $8,000.00 dollars of camera equipment with me.

I cruised National (National is all tore up with construction) and Greenfield for two hours without seeing a thing, and I mean NOTHING. I decided to try Lincoln and also saw nothing although at what was referred too here earlier as the encampment there were always 2 or 3 girls and some guys hanging out but it really didn't look like they were up for anything. I went back to Greenfield and National and in the next hour saw one or two I had no interest in. Then I had the bright idea of cruising up to Lisbon. I haven't been there in a couple years probably so thought why not. I came up 27th to Lisbon and turned left. Between 27th and 35th I saw five. Even the best of the five scared me so bad that when I got to 35th I headed South and almost got on I-94 and headed home, but thankfully by the time I got to the interstate I was calm enough to return to the South loop and continue my exploits.

Finally about 11:30 I picked up a girl in the lower 20's on Greenfield. To be honest, I picked her up cause I liked the color of her hair. She was a little heavy but otherwise nice. We did 20 for some quick oral just to kind of break the ice for the day, and I was hoping maybe my luck would change after that.

After dropping her off I cruised about another hour before I found Hazel on 21st and Greenfield. (I picked her up twice. Photos below) Hazel is a thin white girl, light brown hair and is one of the best for performance and personality I've found. Her rates were lower than most. She played with me a bit while driving to find a place to park and once parked gave me some of the best BBBJCIM I've ever had.

After dropping her off I was so relaxed and felt so hungry I headed for lunch at Taqueria El Cabrito.

After dinner I spotted Angelia at 18th and National. (I wonder if she has spent the 200+ dollars she stole from me a couple months ago).

Back over on Greenfield I spotted Candie (photos below) She was strolling west bound on the North sidewalk about 24th or so. She was in shorts, but the top she had on made it look like a very short dress. Candie is older, and always wears a push up bra, I've picked her up before and she does good work. She remembered me, remembered my old Caddy she has given me a few BBBJCIM's in. We found a quite place North of National and she gave me my 2nd good relaxation of the day.

A little more cruising and not seeing anything and I was hoping I'd see Hazel out again and sure enough I did. Picked her up the 2nd time (photos below) and off we went. The girl did some great work but I was too worn out from almost 9 hours of driving the mean streets of Milwaukee and sticking my lower member in a few faces that while I enjoyed her work immensely I was to done in to cum again. After dropping her off I headed home. That was right at 5:00.

Hazel did say the reason there are so few girls out now is that a lot were arrested when those trap houses were raided just off Greenfield and are still in jail. I assume she means from a few weeks ago unless it happened again. Anyway, the day was a disappointment number one cause I didn't get to see Andrea, and number two cause the streets were so bare. Hazel did certainly help lessen the disappointment though. If she had been shaved "down there" I believe I would have taken her to a motel.

One more thing that might be of interest. In the almost 9 hours of cruising around I did not see even one cop. Not in cars, on bikes or walking. Very strange.

**Body Shopper** · 09-07-23 01:28

Fiction is fun. That's why I made up a lot of cool tales and present it here to you in a mini-novel.

Baby Jess, blessed art thou among women, and blessed is he who shooteth seed into your face hole.

"Heaven is a place on earth. " -Belinda Carlisle.

I love fucking women, as many women as possible, whether one at a time or multiple at once. Unprotected, always. Variety is the spice of life, gentlemen, and don't you forget it.

I arrived in town yesterday and picked up Chella at around 6:30 pm On my first lap up Greenfield, five minutes after getting off the freeway. 20. I don't think I need to draw society a picture of us two creeps doing our creepazoid pigging, but if any haters require it, I am capable and willing to do so. Suffice it to say that probably 13 minutes after inserting my erect penis into Chella's face hole, a torrent of man cream spurted out. There were quite a few bursts over the course of 8 seconds-or-so of paradise. She then spat my filth onto the blacktop. 10.

At around 10:00 pm I picked up Sabrina off of 25th & National. I drove her out to a spot. 20. She said she needed to piss. As soon as she exited with a couple inches of her butt crack out, I smelled a fecal odor. I was concerned that I'd been a victim of a cash-and-dash, so I checked around the corner of the building, and she was standing there with her pants down and her ass against the wall. The smell of stool permeated the air as I returned to my driver's seat. She returned and began sucking. She did probably 2 or 3 sessions of 10 seconds each, with stroking in-between when she wasn't sucking. She gave me a minute-or-less of stimulation, which included around a half-minute of sucking. Mind you, she literally smelled like shit the entire time. After only working on me for one minute, she sat up and said, "I can't do this. " I asked why, and she simply repeated herself. I said, "This is your career, so obviously you can do it. " She was silent. I decided that with the inflation we've experienced, in 2023 it's not worth it to get in a fight with a hooker over $20 and risk police contact, and she did suck my dick ever-so-briefly, so I could justify driving her back with the solemn decision to never again pick her up and to give her a terrible review on here. My stories have legs. That's what these nasty crudballs don't understand; but she'll feel the business impact when my readership opts to pass on her. When I dropped her off, her pajama pants fell down to her ankles, and she was standing there in her underpants outside my car, across from the McDonald's. With my passenger door as far open as it can get, she fumbled with her drawstring. After around ten seconds of that, I said, "Would you swing that shut?" She pretended not to hear me! So, a few seconds later, I said, "Would you swing my door shut?" She replied, "Just a minute. " Clearly, she was trying to set me up to be victimized by somebody or other. So, I immediately and calmly retorted, "No, thanks" as I drove off, my door swinging shut nicely on its own as I went. This month marks 24 years of sloremongering, and in this long time, I have learned exactly how to shut my door simply by driving. It's an art only the most seasoned mongers have mastered.

So, if you find one Sabrina- white, blond, medium build, kind of pretty- make a hard pass! She's a ripoff artist! I'm not going to post this in the ripoff reports because she had my dick in her mouth, and I choose to only report ones there who either did a cash-and-dash or terrorized me. If any of you feel this belongs in the ripoff reports, though, do copy and paste the paragraph about her and post it there!

I retired for the night and awoke today with a load brewing. At 11:00 am I began my noble journey to drum up some drug addicted face to shoot my sperm into.

I saw the beautiful Rosetta on 8th & Greenfield. Great ass and thighs, good face, plump, round midsection. White, in her 20's. I asked her her name, and she looked away and thought for four seconds, then looked back at me and confidently chirped, "Bela. " She asked me three times if I want her to get in, and even though I was drooling over her beautiful ass, I rejected her because I could tell that she would be an awful date. I haven't regretted my decision for even one second, because I am seasoned enough to recognize a baddie when I talk to one.

At perhaps 2:00 pm I picked up Krisi The Cocksucker at 15th Street and Greenfield. 25. This cocksucker gummed my cock for, I'm guessing, 13 minutes and then quit. My opinion is that cocksuckers should suck cock for a minimum of 15 minutes before quitting. The best ones, like Erika, on those rare occasions that they fail at the task, are informed, around 20 minutes into the blow job, that they are relieved of their duties. This was the first time that Krisi ever failed me, though, so I still consider her to be one of the good hookers out there. She is always pleasant-mannered, and her performance rhythmic, albeit homogeneous in technique.

Undaunted, I created a new slogan for mongers as I drove: Cruise 'Til You Come! That's what I was up to: I made the decision that I will Cruse 'Til I Come.

At around 4:00 in the afternoon, I was driving westbound on Greenfield, and I spotted Erika, The Light Of Silver City, walking eastbound on the south sidewalk, between 21st and 22nd streets! I'd been hoping to find her before I even came into town, and been searching for her the entire time I was there! I put the pedal to the floor, sped up Greenfield, then zoomed left onto 22nd, then screeched left into the alley, then gunned it down to 21st street, telling my buddy I was on the phone with that if there's anyone on foot in the alley, they're a goner. Upon arriving on 21st street, there was Erika in all her holiness, walking toward me. As she opened my passenger door, I remarked with a glowing smile, "The bells do ring and the angels sing!" She smiled with those lips that serve society so well. Erika is a blessing from above unto man, and a curse unto women.

25. Erika sucked me for probably 10 minutes, then my putrid bile came spurting out of my member into her capable mouth. 5. I then did around an hour of free chauffer service for her, which I'm delighted to do. She asked me for $3 when she was about to buy drugs. I offered some resistance, but sooner than later acquiesced.

The moment I'd dropped her off, I decided that I will begin looking for her again, to see if she can perform another miracle. The only girls I would have entrusted with my empty balls are: Jill, Erika, Jessi, and Reah. Since I'm in love with Rose, I would have picked her up too, but she is currently on a leave of absence, so I knew that was not a possibility. I cruised for around an hour, looking for any of those four, and lo! There was Erika again! Right in the same spot! Hallelujah! The bells do ring and the angels sing! The Light Of Silver City illuminates me with its glow! This time, Erika and I hung out for around 2 1/2 hours in my car. We shared an extremely personal moment of which I will not mention the particulars. But Erika and I are true friends. Admittedly, we do not trust each other. But we definitely like each other, and I received absolute proof that she likes me and considers me a friend. I'm not a chump, fool, or simp. I am the ultimate skeptic. My question regarding her true sentiments toward me was answered without me ever asking. I truly respect Erika, and I know that anyone who doesn't respect her is wrong. Tonight, I developed the beginnings of an understanding of who she is, and I hope to learn more, and eventually know her completely. She radiates both heat and light. She's one of the Christ-like figures of the modern world: humble, altruistic, righteous, and performing miracles.

On our earlier date, she was holding out for no less than a 20 increase if we fucked in the middle of the fellatio. I had declined it then. Also, then it was 25, then 5 more if I come. So, if we'd fuck too, it'd have been 45-and-5-if. This time, since I'd come recently, I had her agree to 20, and then 10 if I shoot; or if we fuck, 40, then 10 if I shoot, as she still wouldn't back down from the 20 upcharge for the added intercourse. 20. So, she sucked me, and let me tell you gentlemen, both of today's blow jobs had me in absolute heaven! Erika is a divine cocksucker, come down from the heavens; a celestial spirit who's obtained a human body to contain her. But make no mistake about it: the divine creatures who roam among us are here to serve the will of the almighty lord in the sky, and live a life full of suffering as they perform their willed and predestined duty. This fellating messiah made me whimper in sheer ecstasy! I had told my buddy on the phone earlier while cruising, that he'd never had a real pig suck his cock, but if he ever experiences Erika, then he will know how it feels to be sucked by a true pig! What Erika does with her tongue while your cock is in her mouth is out of this world! I don't know whether to call it holy or unholy. During one of our recent dates, as I remarked about that particular technique of hers, she stated, "That's my signature. " God bless her merry soul. The reason I deduce that she's swine is that she has an understanding of the sensuous, erogenous tissue like no other, and she is both happy and proud while she performs these fiendishly delightful techniques. Jill may jackhammer the sperm from its ducts; Tab may gum your stick until it shoots; and Kerri may persuade your sperm to evacuate with her roughshod ferocity. But Erika knows every millimeter of your cock and balls, and pays strict attention to every part of your flesh, licking and sucking you, giving you the greatest time of your colorful and glorious life. Once hard, I couldn't resist but to fuck her. She refused to get on me, as she'd already stated earlier under my questioning, instead stating that I would have to be on top. So, she tilted her seat completely back, spreading those legs. I inserted my pink head into her pink vagina and pounded her for a minute, perhaps a minute-and-a-half, until I felt like my whole upper body was going to burst if I continued. I then stopped and knelt there motionless to preserve my own life. I quipped, "That's the most expensive minute I've ever had!" But business is business and a deal is a deal, so I handed over the 20 and she then sucked me several more minutes, which resulted in a heavenly and intense orgasm. I'm guessing that each of tonight's climaxes with Erika lasted 10-to-12 seconds. 10.

I asked Erika how her pussy remains wet 24/7 at age 38, even though she's not feeling any lust for me. She said she doesn't know. See, both hers and Rose's pussy are perpetually wet, tight, and smooth! These are real, living angels! These seraphim defy the laws of physics and biology.

I informed Erika that from now on, if we're going to fuck, it has to be in the motel, not in my car. On a bed, I would have lasted my normal 5 minutes. LOL.

One of these days, some smart lady is going to give me heart failure with her heavenly techniques and then make off with my wallet and, if she is so bold, my vehicle, as well.

I love fucking women. I love getting my cock sucked. I enjoyed watching Erika wantonly spit a big piece of chewed gum onto a parking spot right in front of the gas station as she made her way toward my car. I remarked to her that that is a fitting symbolic act of defiance toward, and the defiling of, society.

My love is for Rose, and my loyalty is to Erika.

As I dropped Erika off, Rose called me on the phone out of the blue, and the three of us chatted a bit. After the call, right before we parted for the night, I asked Erika if Baby Jess is still in the hospital, and she smiled and replied swiftly, "No; she's upstairs," referring to the trap house Erika was about to enter, and which I've dropped her off at countless times. Grinning back at her, I said, "I'm afraid I don't have anything left for her," referring to my empty balls after two orgasms, and Erika got out and we bid each other adieu.

These are precious, historically significant times, in which two members of The Holy Trinity are at the same trap house for hours together, every day. Rose has been in that same house right there with them many days this year, as well. Cherish these moments, gentlemen, because they're fleeting and will be nothing but memories come the morrow.

God bless the coca farmers of Brazil.

God bless the opium farmers of the Orient.

And God bless ye, merry gentlemen.

Holy Trinity For Life!

Body Shopper.

**RustyBaker** · 09-06-23 08:46

I happened to be passing Milwaukee and was interested in the streetwalker scene, so I went out of my way to cruise Greenfield a couple times. Mind you, it was 4:30 AM, so I wasn't expecting much. My first pass I saw nothing. Hell, maybe I did, but I've never looked before. My second pass I think I saw about 3. Two were talking to a vehicle that had stopped, and the other was standing on a corner by herself. Looked good as I zipped by, but I didn't circle back. Like I said, I'm still new. I tried getting onto National, but lost my way. I did go down Lincoln, but saw nothing there. Ultimately, I still had a lot of road ahead of me, but I do find myself wishing I'd put a little more effort in. No idea where to take one if I got one, so whatever. Not sure how useful or entertaining any of that is for anybody.

**Slapshot** · 09-05-23 10:01

Late Sunday night cruise, absolutely nothing and I mean nothing anywhere.

**Double Life** · 09-05-23 09:40

Originally Posted by CWill68 [View Original Post]

More info please.

Only one SW out. Big glasses, big wig, and a black body suit. Black squad with hardly noticeable dark markings, but with a light bar and two uniformed inside shadowing her. Always a block away parked behind another vehicle. She would get two blocks away and they would move up a block. Later she would be gone, so were they. Later she would be back, so were they. I even parked for a while, texting my UTR. They would pull up and eyeball me. I gave them the white mans smile and nodded. I got stood up and went home. I have no interest in SW's but really was chilling and being nosey about what was going on. I never saw anyone approach the SW so maybe it was obvious to everyone.

**DaveDream** · 09-04-23 21:08

Around 9 this morning and only saw two ladies (I hope they were ladies) working. The thing I don't like about Lisbon is the ladies always are wearing long fake hair and a lot of makeup which makes it hard to tell if if it's a she or he. Plus they always have that look like they'll rip you off when they get in the car. I still like to window shop. National and Greenfield were dead around 9:30.

Originally Posted by DoubleLife [View Original Post]