CookyJar's Streetwalker Photos

Some of your finest work CJ! Two things; I say we vote right now and make her 2017 Miss K of the Year. Second, I say we change your name to Cookie Monster. You always get the job done! Wonderful taste, great pics and extra details. All the right stuff! Thank you for your service! I'm off to find Hope LOL.

-Runner.

[QUOTE=CookyJar;3418277]Hope is currently working in and around the Kensington Ave area. These pictures were taken early last month, during our first meeting. Since these were taken I have had a second session with Hope.

Hope is my kind a girl.

CookyJar.[/QUOTE]

[QUOTE=Runner8;3420067]Some of your finest work CJ! Two things; I say we vote right now and make her 2017 Miss K of the Year. Second, I say we change your name to Cookie Monster. You always get the job done! Wonderful taste, great pics and extra details. All the right stuff! Thank you for your service! I'm off to find Hope LOL.

-Runner.[/QUOTE]Thanks Runner8!

You may want to hold your vote until after you see Bambi's portfolio. LOL.

CookyJar.

I am waiting CJ! Sounds almost TGTBT!

Runner.

[QUOTE=CookyJar;3420761]Thanks Runner8!

You may want to hold your vote until after you see Bambi's portfolio. LOL.

CookyJar.[/QUOTE]

Some more of my favorite photos of the ladies of Memphis, while CJ reloads his salvo. This includes the other "jaw dropper" of Nicole.

[QUOTE=Glockman;3422745]Some more of my favorite photos of the ladies of Memphis, while CJ reloads his salvo. This includes the other "jaw dropper" of Nicole.[/QUOTE]Thanks for high-quality work freely shared.

We're all better for it.

-SH.

[QUOTE=CookyJar;3418270]I take pride in knowing what I like and what I will accept. Hope is a spinner. I like spinners. I also like (beginning at the bottom and working up) long legs, a round firm ass, a tiny flat firm tummy, perky boobs and an attractive face, with nice hair. I will accept less. I will not accept poor hygiene.

Hope suits me. She is cute, with nice dark brown hair. Her breasts are enhanced by her puffy response nipples. Her tummy and apple bottom butt are tight and firm to the touch. Her athletic legs are shapely, smooth and long enough.

The only thing left to talk about is service.

CookyJar.[/QUOTE]How do I find this one.

[QUOTE=Jaym812;3424529]How do I find this one.[/QUOTE]

[QUOTE=CookyJar;3418277]Hope is currently working in and around the Kensington Ave area. These pictures were taken early last month...

CookyJar.[/QUOTE]RIF!

If what you're really asking is; what corner is she standing on at this very minute, I cannot help you? If what you want to know is; where did I find her? Check out the area near the old Bull Car Dealership.

I get asked this question every time I post a girl's pictures. The truth is that I have no idea where you can find her. I can only say where I found her and where I left her. If you really want to find her, you're going to have to do what I did...search Kensington Avenue.

(Usually I get ask this question in a PM. I hate that! Thank you for using the open forum.).

CookyJar.

I expected to be directed somewhere upstairs. Instead, I found myself following the two girls into what once was likely meant to be a dinner area. There was no door, doorway or any indication that there ever had been a door or doorway. There was just a large, open, archway. Bambi picked up a dingy sheet and draped it across the archway, thereby blocking the view of the seven or eight people in the front room. After I gave her a look of total disbelief, she said, "It's ok!" and preceded to further cover the archway with a heavier blanket.

I was still recovering from entering a room and being surrounded by a bunch of dudes; and then going into another room with no real privacy, let along security; that I had not noted the foulness and filth which surrounded me. It was unbelievable. What you can see in the pictures is not the half of it.

I didn't want to panic and run out. You don't want to appear to be a punk in such situations. So I decided to let the girls get naked, if they wanted and I would take some pictures and get the fuck out of there.

After taking a few pictures of Bambi, I settle down a little. Shockingly, I settled down enough to whip it out and sample a magnificent BBBJ from Bambi. It had to be magnificent in order to get a drop out of me, under the circumstances. I was very angry with both girls and told them so. I was angry at not being able to have a nice long, more detailed date. I can only imagine what the date would have been like if we had only opted to go to a better location.

According to Bambi, she never goes down to Kensington Avenue and she does not visit Old York Road. She said she relies on her regulars. I believe she has a sugar daddy, sponsor. She is not a spinner. Is she a natural blond? You tell me. Her body is perfect. Nice legs, nice ass and the tits are really, real. She appeared hygienically clean, smelled great and nicely dressed.

I left the area feeling very, very lucky. What the fuck was I thinking? Sure! I was raised in the hoods of North Philly. Yes! I am big and bad. But! I am not that bad. Not anymore.

CookyJar.

It was the same house where I use to drop-off and pickup Jennifer. I had never been inside. I use to drop Jennifer off and sometimes I would park nearby and wait to pick her up. I would sometimes speak with her uncle at a window, but never did I enter the house.

With the two girls in front, we entered through a door on the first floor. We were in what probably was meant to be a front living room. I quickly counted six or maybe seven black and Hispanic guys, along with one mannish looking female sitting around the room. Over near the front window, in a wheel chair, was the man I once knew as Jennifer's Uncle.

The key to situations like this, is don't panic. I greeted my old friend, asking about Jennifer. He remembered me. After a short conversation, we settle up for the room.

CookyJar.

Once Again, Hope and I were at the same street where I use to drop off, Jennifer, back in 2007. I parked perpendicular to the street and watched Hope as she walked up the street and went into a house. I wasn't sure if it was the same house where Jennifer's uncle once lived.

Very shortly, Hope reappeared alone and walked back to my car to inform me that her friend was not there. But! She told me that another of her friends was there. I told Hope, maybe, but I wanted to see this girl first. Hope went back and returned with this tall, well-built blond, dressed in a clinging black dress and heels.

After discussing arrangements, we talked about the room for rent. I was assured that it was clean, with running water, electric, a bed and it was safe.

They walked back to the house and after I locked my car and set the alarm, I followed them.

CookyJar.

For years, I have suspected that there was another location, where girls could be found, near the old Old York Road stroll. It seemed obvious to me.

[INDENT]1. When the pressure is put on one location, the girls and dealers usually move to another.

2. Jennifer had introduced me to a couple of her friends who operated in the area, but not on Old York Road. Never did we pick these girls up on Old York Road. Sophia and Maria had their own place and Coleta, we found at her Uncles.

3. On my last date with Suzy, she had stated that she does not come to Old York Road and now stays on the other side of Erie Avenue. [/INDENT]

I have been trying to put two and two together, adding up all the pieces, for years.

Suddenly, the possibility that my theory of there being a location near Old York Road, where girls could be found was strengthened, when it turned out that Hope knew Suzy.

When I ran into Hope the second time, I let her know that I rarely photograph the same girl, especially so close together, unless there was something new and interesting to add. I then asked her about her friend, a girl she had mentioned during our first date. Hope told me that her friend was at a house on the street where I had dropped her off. I was intrigued to say the least.

As we drove and talked, it turned out that Hope knew Suzy and described her to a tee. According to Hope, Suzy also hangs out at the same house. My interest was really peaked. If Hope's friend was not there or suitable, Suzy could be a welcomed replacement. At the very least, I had Hope. And! There was the possibility of finding a new mongering source.

Everything suggested that there is a place near Old York Road where girls can be found. As a card carrying monger, I felt it was my duty to find and check out any such place. If it exists.

CookyJar.

In 2007 I dated a girl name Jennifer. She could be found in and around Old York Road. Normally, I would find her on Old York Road and then drop her off at her uncle's house, which was near and on the other side of Erie Avenue. At least she said it was her uncle's house.

Why is this important, now? After my first date with hope she asked me to take her to a location far from Kensington Avenue and near Old York Road. It turned out that the street where I dropped Hope off was the very same exact street where I use to drop-off and pickup Jennifer, back in 2007.

CookyJar.

[QUOTE=CookyJar;3428760]Once Again, Hope and I were at the same street where I use to drop off, Jennifer, back in 2007. I parked perpendicular to the street and watched Hope as she walked up the street and went into a house. I wasn't sure if it was the same house where Jennifer's uncle once lived. Very shortly, Hope reappeared alone and walked back to my car to inform me that her friend was not there. But! She told me that another of her friends was there. I told Hope, maybe, but I wanted to see this girl first. Hope went back and returned with this tall, well-built blond, dressed in a clinging black dress and heels.

After discussing arrangements, we talked about the room for rent. I was assured that it was clean, with running water, electric, a bed and it was safe.

They walked back to the house and after I locked my car and set the alarm, I followed them.

CookyJar.[/QUOTE]Outstanding story, subject, photography, and contribution. This is what MVP is all about!

Glad it ended as well as it did. We can ALL be surprised, sometimes.

Thanks for the great (if characteristic!) share!

Happy Hunting, Stay Safe.

-SH.

[QUOTE=Jaym812;3424529]How do I find this one.[/QUOTE]To better assist you on your quest for Hope please allow me to offer this. First leave your residence. Get in your vehicle put the key in and twist till the engine starts. You will know the engine is running if the vehicle moves when put in gear. You want to set your GPS for Kensington Ave. Me, I always have Hope. Once on the "Ave" start driving looking for Hope. Begin by looking left, right, rear view mirror. Then repeat. I have always found Hope on the "Ave". Where there's no Hope is where you will always find Hope. That's not the rule, just the way it is. There's Hope everywhere. Just keep your eyes open always scanning. You will find Hope. It's out there. What some may not offer, well, there's always Hope. Right? Don't be afraid to put in the effort and time to find Hope. Very few of us unless we know you will drop Hope in your lap. As CookyJar says, you have to find her the same way we did. Look. Drive up and down the Ave and you will see Hope on every corner you pass. You may see lots of Hope or maybe no Hope. No matter Hope is out there. You just need to know what Hope it is you are looking for. When you see Hope stop and speak to her. You will know almost immediately if there's Hope. If there's no Hope move on to the next one. Don't get discouraged. You will always know when there's Hope. She will tell you right up front "hey there's Hope". Just when you've given up Hope, look at it this way. There's always Hope Right? Hope this clears up your question. Me, I'm just an 'OL Gator.

[QUOTE=CookyJar;3428755]I expected to be directed somewhere upstairs. Instead, I found myself following the two girls into what once was likely meant to be a dinner area. There was no door, doorway or any indication that there ever had been a door or doorway. There was just a large, open, archway. Bambi picked up a dingy sheet and draped it across the archway, thereby blocking the view of the seven or eight people in the front room. After I gave her a look of total disbelief, she said, "It's ok!" and preceded to further cover the archway with a heavier blanket.

I was still recovering from entering a room and being surrounded by a bunch of dudes; and then going into another room with no real privacy, let along security; that I had not noted the foulness and filth which surrounded me. It was unbelievable. What you can see in the pictures is not the half of it.

I didn't want to panic and run out. You don't want to appear to be a punk in such situations. So I decided to let the girls get naked, if they wanted and I would take some pictures and get the fuck out of there.

After taking a few pictures of Bambi, I settle down a little. Shockingly, I settled down enough to whip it out and sample a magnificent BBBJ from Bambi. It had to be magnificent in order to get a drop out of me, under the circumstances. I was very angry with both girls and told them so. I was angry at not being able to have a nice long, more detailed date. I can only imagine what the date would have been like if we had only opted to go to a better location.

According to Bambi, she never goes down to Kensington Avenue and she does not visit Old York Road. She said she relies on her regulars. I believe she has a sugar daddy, sponsor. She is not a spinner. Is she a natural blond? You tell me. Her body is perfect. Nice legs, nice ass and the tits are really, real. She appeared hygienically clean, smelled great and nicely dressed.

I left the area feeling very, very lucky. What the fuck was I thinking? Sure! I was raised in the hoods of North Philly. Yes! I am big and bad. But! I am not that bad. Not anymore.

CookyJar.[/QUOTE]Wow, way to keep calm and not panic. I personally woulda threw up the peace sign and hit the road.