Undercover prostitution sting nabs 17 'Johns'
Undercover prostitution sting nabs 17 'Johns'
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Article Last Updated: 08/20/2007 06:03:44 AM PDT
Seventeen people were arrested in a sting Friday night in which undercover female officers posed as prostitutes on Sepulveda Boulevard in the San Fernando Valley.
Police say prostitution has long been a problem along the Sepulveda Corridor, contributing to quality-of-life crimes affecting local residents, businesses and visitors to the area.
These types of task forces target those who would solicit prostitutes, commonly known as "Johns," as well as those who work the streets as prostitutes, said Los Angeles Police Sgt. Alan Kreitzman.
If SB's a trap then I'm Santa Claus...
Mongers,
This Joker guy is in fact a JOKE!
SB is reliable. (as of last month for me)
SB has been reliable. (since 1989 for me)
SB will always be a reliable track... (till I am to old to monger)
If YOU do get caught up in a sting then so be it.
Most of us who do this for more than a few years understand the GAME!
If YOU dont feel the scene for "real" then YOU will be devoured by lame LE tactics.
Open your eyes Joker.
And then pick up a fly bsw and bang her brains out.
I cant wait to read all about it...
Peace, V da Sadist
SB is a pale reflection of its former self
[QUOTE=TheJoker]You guys don't understand my post!
I meant SB is not what it used to be, the risks are not the same as it was in 1989 and you know that!
Don't make a big deal out of it, keep mongering, and be happy bro, I never said you need to stop, what you guys want me to say?
that SB is a parade and carnival, this is not 1989, I was here 89 till date, you can't compare then and now,
BTW, I'm not into BSW, that's easy to find 24/7[/QUOTE]This is my first post in this incarnation of the WSG, although I have been around from the beginning. I'm not interested in attaining 'Senior Member' status, nor in trading 'digits', so take this for what it's worth.
SB, during my time there, 1979-1992, went from every corner covered w/SW, every night after 10 PM, to almost nothing by the time I left.
The last time I was there (2004) I got caught with a girl I had dated for several years in the late '80s, and early '90s. At that time, she was always up near Roscoe, often at the bus stop across from Hogly Woggly's. She eventually ended up in a makeshift shack by the railroad tracks, near the overpass.
In 2004, I was in LA for business, and decided to cruise the old track, so I went out around 10 PM. After a couple of laps, sure enough, there was Jill, although uncharacteristically, by Sherman Way. Like a fool, I pulled up on SB, and shouted to her, and she remembered me, although it had been at least 12 years since I had last seen her.
She got in, and I started to drive away, to the area west of the 405, and north to Roscoe. All the while I felt something wasn't right, but also felt sure that if I got far enough away from SB, no one would follow.
As we headed for a quiet steet, I noticed a car with a bald guy drive past and peer into my car. I thought it must be another monger, trying to get a free show, but I decided to move to another location, the back of a huge parking lot, under a tree to make the car less visible. I had a pretty good unobstructed view of the whole parking lot, which would turn out to be crucial.
Pants down, on with the show, when I see a car careening around the building closest to where we were parked, followed by a couple more. Fortunately, it was far enough away that I had time to pull my pants up, but not to button them. All the while, Jill was screaming, "Let's get out of here!". I started the car, but too late, as they had pulled up, and afew of them were already out of the car yelling for me to stop the car, and trying to pull the door open.
At no time were there any red lights, or marked cars; they were all in plain clothes, a couple of them dressed as gang-types. I could, however, see their badges on the lanyards around their necks. I had no choice but to stop.
At first I was terrified, flashlights all around, and six cops pointing them at me, yelling, "What are you doing here? Why are your pants undone?...", etc. At first I mumbled something about tucking my shirt in, just talking, etc., but as they separated us, I returned to my senses, and told them I would rather not say anything more.
They knew Jill well, and, of course, told me thay didn't want to arrest me, only her, and if I would tell them everything, they would let me go. I refused to talk, and meanwhile, Jill was telling them that she had known me for a long time, and we had just bumped into each other, and were just talking. I later found out that they offered her the same deal, saying they would let her go if she rolled over on me. To her credit, she gave them nothing.
At the end, we were let go, but my photo was taken, and I was made to sign a form, of which I was not given a copy. It was dark, and I couldn't really read it, and I was probably dumb to sign it. I'm sure it was some kind of document they could use against me if I was seen cruising again.
The point of this is that they followed us easily five miles, and had at least six cops trying to make the arrest. Sepulveda Bl. is NOT a safe place to monger, and the cops are pretty determined to get their dumbass job done. Meanwhile, within a block or so of where I picked Jill up, you can buy heroin, crank, rock, or anything else you want, 24/7.
I had many good times there, never left a condom on a residential street, or accosted a non-working girl. Sad that the goons have placed so many resources in such a trivial pursuit, but there it is.
Be safe out there.
ASteve
