How To Deal With Law Enforcement During A Traffic Stop
[QUOTE=Mucsea;3060605]Not really sure why people think they have to tell LEO where they're going? If you're pulled over, they ask where your going, kindly ask the Officer why they pulled them over. No need to tell them a story. You have every right to be on any street. Keep it short and direct with LEO when pulled over.[/QUOTE]Having a hooker in your car who assumably has crack and heroin, and definitely has drug paraphernalia on her, it would be foolish to exercise your rights. In this situation, you are at the cop's mercy, and the more polite and respectful you are, the better your chances of him not searching the vehicle or otherwise giving you a hard time. Even if you don't have a hooker in your car, if you have committed even a minor traffic violation, answering the cop's questions will greatly decrease your odds of receiving a citation. So, I can't think of a traffic situation in which it is ever wise to exercise your right to remain silent. I guess if you're a hitman or bank robber, it can be worthwhile taking the ticket or even a search of the car with a hooker in it, so you don't slip up and give them info about your huge crimes; but for layfolk, avoiding traffic citations or drug charges should be a priority over exercising your rights.
Jessi, Erika, Homeless Nicky, and Michelle: Two pussies and four mouths.
All of my writing on this website is fiction. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events, is entirely coincidental.
Hard chronological data:
Jessi motel date BBBJ BBFS 40.
Erika motel date BBBJ BBFS CIP 60.
Homeless Nicky car date BBBJTC 30.
Michelle (Chevy's mom) car date BBBJ CIM WS 30.
Hoars and Johns are the conquerors. Hoars' boyfriends are the conquered.
Man is and remains and animal. Here a beast of prey, there a housepet, but always an animal.
Housepets view people as human beings. Beasts of prey view people as slabs of meat or ATM machines.
Six hours with Jessi, then an hour and a quarter apart, then another 7 1/2 hours with her.
I arrived in town Sunday afternoon and straightaway rented a motel room at 1:00. I picked up Jessi from the location Crackmonster and The Pig Goddess sleep at. Crackmonster just got kicked out, BTW, for trying to break the windows with objects. She was too weak to succeed. LOL The location not having been specified, I had pulled up by the trap, and spoke for several minutes with one of my C. I. 's, The Notorious B. You. G. After pulling out of the alley, I received word from The Pig Goddess that 'twas the house they "reside" at that I was supposed to pick Jessi up at! So, I repaired over there, and before long, Jessi was in my car. This was about 2:45. We drove straight to the motel room.
There, Jessi lollygagged for several hours while my load brewed in my sack. I made her shower. Her leg is rotting off, and her other one is preparing to follow suit. There is black rot, chipped away in a spot like any hard, crumbly material. I told her that if she gets both legs amputated at her upper thighs, I will pound her much more frequently, and even harder, than I do now. With an air of hopefulness, she replied, "Really?" How sickening that she is contentedly resigning herself to this fate. I waxed further and informed her that if she markets herself correctly- and I will pass the word along to you pigs, too- she will get $200 minimum per fuck! She appeared to be dazzled at the thought! I told her that I would continue paying what I normally pay. But in the meantime, I have the plan that I laid out here a couple of weeks ago: to turn into the hospital when we happen to be driving by it anyway. Turning into a hospital driveway does not constitute kidnapping. Then, I will tell the staff that there is a patient who needs help getting into the hospital. Then, her gig is up, and she will either be repaired or amputated before the rot can kill her.
Jessi needed a lighter, so I gave her a lighter. P. I. G. keeps such hoar necessities in his car, even though he himself does not smoke anything. After my clothes were off some time later, waiting for her to suck me, she said that lighter stopped working, and she needed another one! She needed another hit of crack. I told her that I am not putting my clothes back on. She miserably sucked my cock, as we laid there on the bed. In the first minute or two, I wanted to call off the date and drive her back. But due to our long history, her other favors she does for me, and the decently high percentage of dates with her that go really well, I allowed her to proceed fellating me. After perhaps 12 minutes of mediocre head, given with an air of protest and misery, I realized that it isn't going to get any better, and I commanded her to lie back. I shoved my 70% hard cock inside her and fucked her brains out with it for probably around two minutes. I was panting after probably 20 seconds, and heaving after probably a minute. Every 20 or 30 seconds, I stopped for a second and felt my dick with my right hand, to feel if it was decreasing in hardness, but alas, it was not. When I quit from physical exhaustion, my dick was surprisingly still at 70% hard. Speaking two words at a time between pants, I remarked, "You girls are lucky that I'm so out of shape. " Jessi had been visibly not into the intercourse, thus my remark. We tidied ourselves, and by and by went to get Erika.
I dropped Jessi off, and after waiting 20 minutes for Erika, I resumed the stroll. At one point, I asked Erika on the phone if she's going to do the date, and she said, "no". Eventually, I happened upon Red! Stacy was out there with her, at 24th and Greenfield, southwest corner. On my third loop around, Red was standing between two buildings, and Stacy was on the sidewalk, and some other hooker was there with them, too. I pulled up to the stop sign and told Stacy "Red!" repeatedly, as she aggressively pursued a date with me. Finally, Stacy said, "She's busy right now. " Then, Red immediately emerged, admonishing Stacy, "Don't be saying that. " When Red was almost to my vehicle, vying for a date, Erika called back and said she will do the date! I felt really guilty turning Red down after summoning her over, so I told her the truth that 10 minutes earlier, Erika told me that she's not going to do the date, and now she just called me back and said she will do it. I apologized to Red, but Marissa (Red) took it in stride. I then drove and picked up Erika and Jessi, who were standing outside that house owned by the late Vanessa's uncle.
I told Erika and Jessi that I am not convinced that Jessi has diabetes, and that instead, her leg could be rotting off from shooting heroin into it every day. Jessi adamantly denies this allegation. When I ask Erika if she knows if Jessi having diabetes, Erika says she doesn't know of it.
In the motel, Erika dilly-dallied for a couple of hours. Then, I made her take a shower. Before her shower, I informed her that I require her tits to be out throughout both the oral and vaginal sex, and that I also prefer her feet to be out. She agreed to meet both my requirement and my preference. After her shower, we soon got to business. Erika sucked my cock, kneeling on the floor in front of me, as I sat on the motel chair. Erika had only a towel on. Naked feet, naked everything. Her towel came up to just below her breasts. I groped her breasts for a few seconds before she started sucking, and her left breast for another few seconds during the middle of the blow job. My cock got 3/4 hard, then deflated down to 1/4, after around 8 minutes. Several minutes later, it began getting somewhat hard again. It was probably 60% hard when I commanded Erika to flip up and back onto the bed. Though I'd instructed her twice before beginning, to place her twat even with the edge of the bed at this juncture, she still flopped half-a-foot back. I yanked her to the edge of the bed, and pounded my load into her pussy with my 60% hard cock. I kept pounding for probably a minute, while she grimaced, eyes shut, wishing she was someplace else. It was still feeling good, but alas, I was winded. Panting, I remarked to her and Jessi, who'd been sitting on the upper half of the bed the entire time, "You girls are lucky that I'm so out of shape!" I remarked to Jessi and Erika what a good, hard worker Erika is- that she kept going, sucking on a dick that had turned from fairly hard to limp, never giving up- and eventually reaping the resulting seed!
I showed each girl- Jessi, when it was just the two of us, and now Erika- the 2025 catalog of Silver City slores. They each liked their respective entry.
Erika appears spiritually broken. She is acting really nice to me, which is unlike her. The only reason she would do this is that she feels completely weak and powerless in her life. Her default position is stinginess and cockiness. Having abandoned her true nature in favor of nice behavior shows that she is in despair. Her facial expression appears tired out from life. Her gait bespeaks the same. These last 4 months have not been kind to her. She told me that she expects to be back out on the street any day now. So, keep your eyes peeled, gents. 22nd and Greenfield is traditionally her favorite haunt. Matter of fact, it was right there that I met her 8 1/4 years ago.
I drove Erika back. I required Jessi to come along, because I don't trust her alone in the motel room.
Jessi and I arrived back to the motel room at around 2:00 in the morning. I showered. At 4:00, I started trying to go to bed, and told her to go to bed, too. Instead, she stayed up, bouncing on the bed in a seated position, while I tried to sleep. She kept the light on, and kept making noise. At 4:30, I told her that I'm kicking her out, and that I will drop her off wherever she wants. She took about another 20 or 30 minutes to get all her stuff together. I told her that I'm never going to let her sleep in my room again, and she rejoined that she is never going to sleep in my room again. Good. She chose Vanessa's uncle's house as the place to get dropped off at. She purchased a lighter from me along the way for 66 cents. Upon arrival, I carried her largest bag with one arm, and let Jessi use my other arm to help her walk, and I walked her slowly up to the patio, and I set her garbage bag full of stuff onto the patio in front of the front door. I didn't bother sticking around to see if Erika or anyone answered the door. I was furious with Jessi for not letting me sleep! I wound up getting 3 1/2 hours of sleep in the motel room.
I awoke Monday morning and checked out. I then drove to a nearby spot and laid down in my car for an hour, during which time I got a chunk of sleep that I estimate to have been a half-hour. So, I slept a total of around 4 hours that morning! Not enough!
I hit the stroll after eating a meal, and after 3 hours of cruising, came upon Homeless Nicky, the blond who pushes a cart at 11th and Greenfield. She has accumulated more and more belongings over the years, and now has a fleet of 3 shopping carts stashed in that empty lot on the north side of Greenfield Avenue, between, I think, 7th and 8th streets. I spotted her pushing a cart that was overflowing on top, slowly down the parking lane eastbound on the north side of the street. Items kept toppling down, and she kept picking them up. Total mental illness. I parked and waited for her. When she was outside my car, I rolled down my window and said, "You want to suck my dick?" She replied, "How much are you offering?" I said, "If I don't cum, 20, and if I do cum, 30. " She happily agreed to that, and told me that she was going to stash that cart just across the next side street, and then she'd come back and go with me. I buzzed around in circles, and 5 minutes later, she was in my car. This was my third date with her, fourth time picking her up in as many years, because the first time, she got scared out at the spot and refused. Fist blow job was 5 minutes of heaven, then she quit. I had paid her 25. Second time, I told her 15 if I don't shoot, or 25 if I do, and she gave me an average blow job, then caught my load and spat it out. This time, she gave me an above average blow job, but nothing like the heavenly 5 minutes she did on our first date. This time, the moment I started shooting- which was after 7 minutes, mind you- she pulled my dick out of her mouth and didn't even stroke it! I admonished her to continue, and she did perhaps 3 head bobs, covering all or part of the head, then quit again, leaving the rest of my load oozing quickly out of my cock, as I was still in orgasm. Fucking bish. She tried to use my relief as a red herring, and inquired, "Feel better now?" I replied in the affirmative. This was even cruddier than Stacy's shtick during our last date. At least Stacy carried me through my orgasm with my member inside her mouth, albeit letting my issue slide down my shaft. This hoar Nicky didn't even have the courtesy to do that. When I paid her, she was thrilled! She is a paranoid idiot, so of course, two times with me in the past didn't instruct her that I will pay. She's all paranoid, always expressing her stupid conspiracy theories. Everyone's bad. Everyone's hurting kids. It's the same rubbish every time. And now, she talks with a black accent. White people talking like they're black is repulsive. I think that if I accost her again, I will say "30 if you continue sucking and stroking through my entire orgasm and catch my entire load, 20 if you make me cum but stop working on me when I start shooting like last time, or 15 if you don't make me cum". I think that if I accost Stacy again, I will say, "30 if you swallow, 25 if you don't swallow, and 20 if you don't make me shoot". I'd like to make that homeless pig Nicky swallow a load of mine.
Several hours later, Chevy's mother Michelle called me back! She's one of the hoars who I had contacted earlier that day. It was mid-evening by now. I straightaway drove and picked her up. We parked around a mile from her home, on a busy street. She fellated me for 6 minutes, including beautifully carrying me through my orgasm, and swallowing the whole thing with ease, like always. I like Michelle's blow job a lot! She is fast-paced and vertical from start to finish. She is a pudgy pig, and gets out of breath immediately. In fact, she remarked afterward that it's good that I notified her of my impending climax, because she was gearing down to quit! So while I do highly recommend this pig as a cum spittoon, be warned that she can quit early!
On the way to drop-off, she asked me to take her to the gas station so she can buy a lighter on the way home. I showed her my package of lighters, and told her that she can have one for free, instead. She happily selected one and thanked me. I dropped her off and drove home happy and empty.
The most fitting canvas for splatterpaint is a drug addict's face.
Street prostitutes are the hyenas of the urban jungle.
I will make you suck your daughter's pussyjuice off my cock.
Cheaters have a full soul. Monogamous people are soulless husks.
I will fuck your woman.
A pig in the street is a cum spittoon.
If I die on a date, stuff me in the trunk or closet, and use my car or home as your own personal hoarmobile or hoarhouse.
Michelle fellates you hard and fast, causing you to lose your seed in a jiffy.
Erika tongues your head and takes your load in her tight pussy.
Chevy lies on her back and takes strangers' loads in her twat.
Erin enjoys studying your face while she consumes your issue directly from its source.
Jessi is a pair of holes that are fun to shoot cum into.
Heidi takes the loads of random strangers in her pussy.
Homeless Nicky pushes a cart and sucks a mean cock.
Stacy makes a living by letting the men of the world shoot inside her pussy.
And the greatest human commodity Milwaukee has to offer is Red bending over while you pound your load into her tight, pink canal.
Body Shopper.
Tattle Tellers Website: Exposing Narks In Wisconsin And Beyond
Here is an awesome website that lists verified narks. If you have any information on anyone who has done surreptitious work for law enforcement, you can submit it to Tattle Tellers and expose them! The website is: [URL]https://www.tattletellers.com/[/URL].
Another great function that this site serves- and which I discovered without meaning to- is a gauge of character. I have told five slores about this site over the past half-a-year, and here are their respective reactions, chronologically:
1. Erika- She appeared worried in her quietude. Upon my questioning, she explained that she knows some narks, and that such a site could have serious consequences for them on the street. I said I'll mull that over. Well, I did, and the next time I came into town, I told her that I am glad if narks face consequences for their actions. I explained that because of narks, people are sitting in prison. Erika agreed with me and changed her stance. I don't believe she changed it, though. Thoughtful, intelligent (then) 40-year-old women don't reverse stance on such a deep issue with the snap of a finger. She showed me who she is with her initial reaction.
2. Jen- Her eyes were closed, like they so often are while we converse on the way back from a date. I told her about the site, and she had no reaction. I then casually, assumptively, and acceptingly, asked if her silence is due to her feeling compassion for associates of hers who have narked, and she said "yes"! I then called her out, and she claimed that she had been half asleep, and that she likes the site and is against narks. LOL While it's true that her eyes had been closed, I am skeptical that she was uttering words without knowing what I had said.
3. (white) CiCi- She swiftly and nonchalantly replied, "Am I on it?
4. Chella- She was happy to learn about the site, and requested I send her the link.
5. Jessi- She was happy to learn of the site.
To maintain fairness in reporting, I will mention that Jen was with me during two of the four times I've been caught with a hoar by police, and she was great both times! She did not nark, and we had solidarity, and got through both scary instances by working together against the police. In fact, one of the times, she got arrested but not charged, while I didn't even get arrested. So, I'm definitely not alleging anything against her.
Now, let's look at (former) public defender Travis Schwantes, and his ordeal with prostitutes who nark. These hoars confessed their sex crimes to police, and were not given so much as a slap on the wrist. Instead, their poor client was slammed with charges, and is now a convicted felon. Here is the link to the story on how his case concluded: [URL]https://www.jsonline.com/story/news/crime/2025/07/09/ex-public-defender-travis-schwantes-pleads-guilty-in-prostitution-case/84511463007/[/URL].
Any hoar who works with law enforcement or prosecution against you needs to be put on the Tattle Tellers website. Submit your text documents, as well as any audio or video evidence, through the portal on the website. Leaflet the Silver City neighborhood with the hoar's face and name. Let the thugs and drug dealers issue justice. We need to make narks fear us more than they fear the system.