Streetwalker Reports

With around two decades of mongering, I've dealt with all types of situations and done and experienced most everything imaginable in that time. That's why in that time I've learned a few life lessons I could not have learned otherwise if it hadn't happened to me. That's why I feel I need to make a comment regarding forming romantic relationships with SW since I've actually done that more than once in my time mongering. It's just a comment from experience, nothing more.

Where you meet someone doesn't matter. What does matter is if they've got an addiction and how serious that addiction is, and whether they are using you as a means toward an end at meeting their needs for that addiction. I got into the SW scene and dove in head first right at the start. I was dumb and foolish. I'm not proud of it looking back on it, and part of me wishes I could just go back and erase it all. I've told about my experiences before, to a degree. When I started mongering, I was a young, shy, inexperienced fool. Inexperienced at most everything. I was at a lonely place in my life, and needed to feel wanted at the time. The girl I found while mongering made me feel wanted, but I soon learned the hard way about the lengths people will go to when they're addicted.

When I first met her she was on dilaudids, but a few months later someone introduced her to crack and that became her drug of choice. With the dilaudids, a half a pill and she was fine for over 12 hours, and we used to spend all that time together and have fun and everything. During that time we got close, and that's when I met her family. When she got on crack she turned into a different person, basically the common crack persona you see in all crack addicts. Once she got on crack that's all she wanted, and she wasn't ever satisfied. She saw that I cared about her and used that as a way to get funds for her habit without having to sell herself. As long as she could do it, she did it, until I finally saw through it. I alienated myself from my family and my friends because of her. I got to where I had no money, even the very night I was paid. I sold things I regret to this day doing. I did this because in my mind I loved her and remembered how we used to be before the crack, and I was trying to do what I could to satisfy what she needed all the while trying to keep her from selling herself. I'm sure she knew how I felt, and maybe she felt that way, too, somewhere inside, but her addiction was more powerful than anything else. That addiction drove her to do what she had to for her fix. Because of the addiction, it was the crack that she loved. Her lips said what they had to to get me to supply her with the money to fund it. I didn't see that until I was almost at rock bottom.

For about a year there I lived the crack lifestyle while not actually doing it. I couldn't fund all her habit but I was still with her, and was around while she'd make her money for the habit. I was her boyfriend, and that's what the other girls and their guys knew me as. I wasn't actually doing crack, but I'm sure I breathed in enough second hand smoke to get high plenty of times between her doing it and all her friends doing it as well. I told her she never could sit back and enjoy her high because when she had it she was always trying to figure out where the next money was going to come from, who had more crack and talking general BS drama. I was wide open with her 24/7 for a while, hardly ever sleeping, running here and there, all the time day and night. When I finally stood back and saw where I'd put myself, I decided I had to make a clean break from it all immediately, and that's what I did. I got my heart hurt out of it, but it was a learning experience.

I got completely away from the SW scene for over 2 years because of it, and still now when I monger it's always at a long arms length. That's how come now when I see myself starting to get too interested or involved with a girl addicted to something, I take a step back. I've seen myself on a few occasions since then putting myself into situations that's similar, and I have to remind myself of the past. An addict will do whatever they have to to get their next fix, whether it be suck your dick or pretend they care about you. As long as the funds are flowing everything is fine. It's when the funds disappear you see what's really important. And like I said somewhere inside they actually might care - but as long as they're addicted, it's the addiction that will win out. Every situation is different, but most every SW story involves an active addiction to something that makes them similar.

That's just my personal insight from an experience 20 long years ago.

[QUOTE=Whorehound38]yes that is definitely her, her name is Dana

I haven't dated her but a certain girl I'm [b]really[/b] into told me her name and gave me the scoop on her
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Well I got to thinking and small world that it is. This Dana chick. A buddy of mine was married to her younger sister as he confirmed it Sunday. So I talked to the little sister and asked where her middle sister Dana was. She flat out told me I could find her at the "Super 8" on 1st. So this means what you may ask. It means be very careful if you pick that one up guys. She is a bad iv drug user and according to her sister is wanted in Florida for possession with intent to distribute heroin. Add to this she already has hepatitis b and god knows what else.

[QUOTE=Clark Kent]
That's just my personal insight from an experience 20 long years ago.[/QUOTE]

Words of wisdom Clark

I understand where you're coming from, I was married to an addict for years and I'm an addict myself although I hide it well. I don't have 20 years of experience about picking up girls from the street or dating escorts/hookers but I'm well aware of what it means financially and emotionally to love an addict. I know what I'm getting into, and I also know there is an [b]extremely[/b] high probability its all going to blow up in my face.

Isn't it interesting how there's always a connection somewhere to various girls who walk the street. I've told the story before about how one of the local girls used to be a cheerleader at my school, one who grew up close by to me and who knos many people that I do and there's another one whose extended family lives down the road from me.

WH, I also understand some of where you're coming from as well. When I was with her I wasn't doing any type drug at all. I even would pass out pills I'd get since I didn't take them. A couple of years later I had dental surgery and received percocet and that was my first taste of pain pills, and I've been doing some type of pain pill off and on since then. The relationships are just a recipe for trouble and heartache. It was certainly a one way street, especially when the crack kicked in. That's why I say all drugs are different, because when she was on dilaudid I saw her moreso for the person she was, or as close as she was going to be. That was the person I was always trying to get back. Once she got on the crack it took me being broke and out of gas in her hometown 50 or so miles from home - and to see her basically leave me where I ran out - for me to see what mattered most to her. That was an empty feeling in more ways than one, and a feeling I always remind myself of if I feel myself becoming too attached to any SW anymore.

I was out this morning and may have seen the short skirt girl who was hanging out around the Motel 8. This girl is Robin. She's the girl I talked about who 10 years ago I traded the money I paid her for a $5 as I left because of poor service. It was described in detail only a couple of pages back. She's to be avoided as she's nothing but total drama. Back when I first met her in the early 90's she was between 18-21, which she and I debated, and was a young thing and really hot. Now she looks horrid, and like an extra in a horror movie screaming 'braaaaaains'. She's been out there basically since I started mongering. 20 years. Seeing girls out on the street that long makes me sad.

Well guys I have been out of town for a few weeks and I see all is still the same. A little thought. I have seen several news shows about being on camera. It is amazing how our rights are violated all day and everyday. You are on a camera almost everywhere you go. On that note I wonder if ropeadope has caught any violent criminals with his cameras/ Wonder if he uses them for his jollies to get his rocks off. The camera system a few years ago in Tuscaloosa that was supposed to be used for traffic wasn't. The operators got caught looking at girls for their own peeping tom show. I wonder if the popo is happy with the pay cut. Wonder if they will be not as happy to chase the violent mongers as we are so terrible and dangerous.

Just a thought,

P

Ok, let me say this right off the bat this report deals with Talladega and not B'ham. But I decided to post it here because there are more readers in this forum and I am sure more experience with business and legal items.

I was driving in Talladega on 17th Street, it was raining prety hard. I saw a white female walking down a stretch of the road that was nothing but woods for about 1/2 mile. I was not looking for any action, but was just interested in helping some get out of the rain.

I pull over, ask if she needs a ride, she runs over gets in an thanks me. I ask her where does she need to go. She tells me she was heading to a friends house so she could get $20 as she was flat broke. She told me her friend lived out on Ashland Hwy, almost to Stockdale road. I told her that certainly was a very long way to walk in the rain to get $20. She asked if I was married. I said no, which is true. She asked if I would be interested in a date. I said I don't know, I only date women with pretty titties. She pulls up her shirt and exposes a nice set of see cups. Then asks if she qualify, I reach over and feel of them real good, told her yes, she had real nice tits and she qualified.

So I ask what does she want. She relies $20 for BJ, $40 for everything I say cool, I need a good BJ.

She suggest we go to her friends house so we can be more comfy. I decline and tell he I did not feel comfortable going into someones house that I did not know but that I knew of a place off hwy 21 south that was safe.

It took about 10 mins to get there and on the way she played with my dick and kissed a few times. That tended to make me go a little faster.

But she also talked about her problems. She told me that 8 months ago she had taken a $600 title loan on her car but had not paid a penny on it yet. I said you mean to tell me that they let you go that long without repoing the car. She said they had called people she had used for reference but said the people I used for reference have not seen me in years. I asked, well if they have not seen you in years, how do you know what they told title pawn. She laughs and said that friends had told her and the people that were called by title loan did not know where she was. She says she outsmarted the titleloan.

I asked which one did you use. She said titlemax in anniston. I asked, why there instead of talladega. Her answer, thats exactly why, now they can't find me.

I say to her, well I am sure they are looking for you and the car. She tells me that she lost license for dui and did not renew car license nor insurance and she had the car hidden somewhere. She laughed said them dumb SOB's are out of luck as she will never pay a penny.

So we get to the hidden spot, which I had not considered the rain, its a dirt road that is muddy but driveable but car is a mess. She gave real good BBBJTC w/cimws then sucked, kissed on it and licked ir really good like a sucker. I played with her tits and pussy, she is not shaved. She smelled decent, light perfume, just a wet sweaty smell from walking in the rain. I then paid her. I gave her $20 plus 10 because she did a real good job and deserved a tip.

I took her to Bingham street off of 17th street and she talks with some black guys as I drive off, She had asked me where I live and if I lived alone, I just said I live just outside of town and no I do not live alone, I have 7 dogs, 4 of which are pits.

Now the reason why I wanted to post here. Even though she gave them the title and can come get the car once they find it, is that not fraud since she never made a payment. I know people run into hard times and titlepawn their cars and at least try to make paymenyt, I know the interest rate s like %200-%300 and its hard to pay those places off. But to do what she did, should be against the law.

Thanks

People do stuff like that all the time, Sadsammy, and it doesn't even have to be someone hooked on some type of dope either. It certainly doesn't surprise me to hear about something like that happening. I've heard all kinds of stories like that from the various girls through the years. It's no different than in the past with someone maxing out a credit card intending on filing bankruptcy. Sometimes the only reason someone would do things like that is because they know they can get some quick money. She probably got hooked on crack or whatever and still had some things she could use toward getting money and did so, never intending on paying it back. I doubt they'd be able to prove when she originally got it that she never intended on paying it back. People like that aren't worried about the reprocussions until they have no other choice but to face it. That's why I gave the warning about getting emotionally involved with girls like that because they certainly would have no problem putting someone else's finances in ruin just to get money for dope, and with that it's not their problem.

I appreciate your response.

That makes a lot of sense. After all, for $20-$40 I could have done everything I wanted with her. And I am sure that many more will get their time with her.

You know there have been a lot of nights I have rode around this town looking for a SW but never found one. The ones I have ran across, 3-4 times a year, I would be heading to store or to get something to eat. I guess I am always looking for an opportunity.

Just like big towns, seems all the SW I have met here, know the others and bad mouth them. She has AIDS, she will steal from you.

I never take them to my place, usually out to woods somewhere, plenty to choose from around here.

I did not ask for digits, as I only had my regular phone with me. Losy my burner at home. I suspect my dogs took it outside for a chew toy. LOL

Guess it's just hard for me to relate and think on their level.

Well, like I said it's not just SWs. It could be anybody down on their luck, maybe hooked on dope, or someone sour at the world and just wanting their piece of the pie. It comes down to how much of a conscience someone has, and how much it'll bother them. If you watch the First 48 shows, most detectives will try to play on the culprits conscience bothering them keeping what they did to themselves. Think about the people that write bad checks. Most know they have no money in their account. On the mug shot site you'll see people arrested for bad checks and they'll have sometimes over 30 charges against them - that's 30 different checks they wrote that were bad. You know they had to know they didn't have the funds to cover it. Most everybody has some form of dishonesty in them, but most aren't willing to go so far to do it blatantly implicating themselves like she did, lol.

Now that's a subject that I regretfully am very familiar with. My ex-wife whom I joyfully refer to as My Last Wife (1988 divorced) wrote a ton of bad checks before I divorced her. ( I got the kids and the bills, but we made it fine).

I was making about $11 an hour back then which was good money. She wrote 64 bad checks, with a bank charge of $8 per check, for a total of $512 in bad check charges in one month. Not counting I had to borrow money from credit union and my dad just to pick up the bad checks plus their bad check fee, most of checks were for CASH, plus she got arrested in 2 different towns and one of our cars got repo'd.

I was working 12 hours a day, 7 days a week for several years with all the overtime i was making over $50k a year which was a lot of money in 1988 for blue collar work, while she was out spending money on who knows what (drugs i strongly suspected).

Man that brings back memories of some dark days in my life.

My kids are grown, have college degrees, and have decent to good paying jobs. But with the economy the way it is, I am just thankful that they have a job.

Thanks Again CK

My ex and her mom would go to various outlet places every so often and would come back bragging how they had saved me $300. $500.

Please!

Lot of girls picked up on 1st Ave N in Eastlake today. Spent the better part of the afternoon/evening holed up in a room with my girl and another working girl who's a friend of hers and just laying low / staying off the streets while everything was going down. I know that sounds like it should be a good sexy story to tell, but its not - sorry. Anyway, I got some interesting insight into what was going on while hanging with them and laying low for the day, each time someone got picked up the word gets around about who and where.

You might find this interesting, but girls have a lot of wanna-be pimps, pharmacists, regular clients, etc.. that they communicate with and the word spreads fast when stuff like that starts to happen. The dealers leave the area, the girls go indoors, all thats left on the street are the bottom tier hookers with no place to stay, money for rent, and a drug habit on their back.

Once a couple girls or dealers get picked up, the people in the life go underground and wait it out if they can.

Today was an interesting day, met a lot of the people in the life. There are a lot more girls working than it appears just from driving around and looking, including some that I would have been interested in dating if I wasn't into a certain other girl in a big way right now.

Also, I think I realize why the working girls talk so much shit about each other. You know always telling you about the other girls steals or the other girl has diseases. Once a working girl starts telling the other girls you're her boyfriend instead of you're her client then the other girls will start trying whatever they can do to get with you. I've had more pussy thrown at me the last few weeks than ever at any other time in my life, and its sort of weird because my philosophy has always been if there is pussy available, get it. Now I'm being monogamous for a woman who gets paid to have sex - crazy huh ?

Its nice because we're past the point of me paying her, I don't have to pay her unless its a situation where I don't want her to do a date then I admit I give her money so she won't have to work. But there is a drawback that if she needs to work, that means I have to somehow deal with the idea someone else is screwing her and thats not always easy but the positive part is that when she's done she calls me and the phone gets turned off and I know she's mine, and then she's in a good mood since she doesn't feel she has to ask me for money.

Another drawback to getting involved with working girl is that sooner or later someone will hit her or rob her and then you're bound to get pulled into that drama, but fortunately thats pretty easy business to handle because street justice can be bought for a carton of cigarettes and no need to personally get your hands dirty.

WH38, you're a big boy -and responsible to only yourself, but you're playing with fire. Walk before you get hurt.

No, make that RUN.

Non-stop drama WH. It will wear you out. Trust me. I was in it full force for almost a year, and on and off for two. It's a never ending real life drama. You get no sleep, end up feeling used, and when it comes down to it it's the dope that wins out in the end. Being 'in' the life is alot different than looking at it from the outside. But it will wear you out very quick. The difference between me back then and you now, is back then I wasn't on any type of dope, and never had tried anything at all more than a sip of beer when I was younger. So maybe you can handle the drama and stress of it all better than I did. I was the youngest of the people I hung with, but they all trusted me and let me sit in while the dealers cut and made their stuff. I know how it is to be on the inside.

I also know how it is about the other girls knowing you're a certain girls boyfriend, because then they know she has an always available ride or money if need be, and that she'll have food if she needs it. Those others don't have that and have to fend for themselves, so they try to get you interested in them.

What wore me out more than anything is the lack of down time. There was never any time to sleep. Plus she didn't eat hardly anything, and when she did it was just donut sticks and Diet Cokes. The Diet Cokes were because she thought she was diabetic and was intended to cancel out the donut sticks she ate. Mhm. Oh I forgot the Marlboro Lights. Those were part of the diet, as well. At least 2 trips to the store a day for donut sticks, Diet Coke and Marlboro Lights. For most of the girls she hung with it was the same routine. It was always make money for dope, smoke dope, ride to where money is, or ride to where dope is, then repeat one of those. The drama is constant. Always talking about what one person did or didn't do, what crazy perverted sexual stuff such and such date wanted, who got arrested, who thought which girl or dealer shorted them on money or dope or both. Back then people had to go places to contact people, now they can sit in a room and use their cell. Even a homeless guy walking down the street now has a cell, lol. I imagine now how the situation is different with everyone having cell phones and can pass along info and call at the spur of the moment when back then all we had was pay phones and occasionally motel room phones. I was happy to be left in the room alone for a while so I could take a nap. I wasn't used to that lifestyle. But it was constant and non-stop 24 hours straight. The girls will eventually wear themselves out and they'll crash, and will end up sleeping for days straight because of it. The girl I knew would go back home for a week or so for her down time. The problem was there was dope where she lived as well, so she'd occasionally get started on it up there and we'd be in that scene for a while as well.

I had the same thoughts in my mind about being 'with' her and then her selling herself for her habit. But I couldn't supply it all, far from it. So I had to deal with it. Back then the SW scene was more active on the 4th Avenue area downtown and the west side around the Town Motel and Tourway, but the Woodlawn/East Lake side was also coming up. Although those areas were in essence separate, kind of like the Bessemer area is to the east side now. Meaning the girls on one end seldom made their way to the other end. She generally was around the Tourway and Town. I'd occasionally go over to Woodlawn when we needed our space, and that's where I ran into Robin I mentioned recently, and a few others.

I also had several close calls with the cops, as well as problems in the scene itself. I was in a room at the Town Motel with probably 5 or more SW and about 3 or 4 dealers and there was crack being packaged by several in there. Suddenly a knock at the door. "Open up Birmingham Police !" Everyone hides their stuff, not really hiding, but just out of plain sight. About 4 cops come in, and they start asking everyone's age and info, but never ask mine. That's when I saw I was the youngest amongst the group. Basically someone staying there had called to complain about noise, so that's all it was. They left, but I felt I had dodged a very big bullet. She and I also got stopped one time when I had picked her up to carry her back where she was staying, but because where I picked her up was in hot SW area, it was assumed I was a 'john' picking up a date. Another time we got stopped with a dude she got her dilaudids from in my back seat. Then one time I dropped her off at a place where she occasionally got her dope and this rival dope guy we knew appears as I'm riding by and shoots a shotgun filled with rock salt into the place, busting the windows and all. Then I'm in the middle of that since I was the only one who saw him do it and he had seen me. It was basically a dope war with people selling too close to each other.

We talk about the mongering hunt, and enjoying the search as much as finding them. Getting into the lifestyle is a different animal altogether, but it also has it's call as well. Anytime I get too close to a certain girl I might meet I feel the same way I did all those years ago when I was into it over my head. All I have to do is remember all the stress it caused me and unnecessary problems and I end those thoughts right there. Like I said, as long as a girl is hooked on some kind of drug, that's going to be their main love. Even if they want something other than that as long as they're on it the pull of the dope will always be insurmountable for them.

[QUOTE=Clark Kent]Non-stop drama WH. It will wear you out. Trust me. [/QUOTE]

Yeah I know. But fortunately she don't have to work every day, and I live in the suburbs where we can escape it all when the opportunity is there.

One day soon we will both have some legal issues worked out and we're going to get out of Alabama entirely.