Streetwalker Reports

[Charlie Tuna]

Too funny thinking about dates from years back. Now that some of the ancients are returning to the board. It would be nice to hear some of the old tales. I remember Robin, God rest her soul, from West Wilkens Ave. My stars what a fun gal. Many good times. She used to call us bad boys and tease us into finishing. Some sicko murdered her by locking her in a safe. Such a waste.

She had a hot tub in her place. One of my favorites. That murdering creep is probably back out on the streets by now.

[Docbh]

Dr. Immanuel Kunt, fascinated as he is by human behavior, has been engrossed by events in Cartagena. They seriously challenge the old adage,"There is no fool like an old fool." Which made me think of the fact that any monger, young or old, might do himself a favor by watching Marlene Dietrich's 1930 breakthrough movie,"The Blue Angel."

Here is Bill Desowitz's take on Amazon: "The Blue Angel, one of the masterpieces of Germany's Weimar cinema. This landmark film thrust the sultry and unrestrained Dietrich on an unsuspecting international film audience. She plays the prototypical role of Lola, the singer who tempts repressed professor Emil Jannings (the king of expressionist actors) into complete submission night after night at the Blue Angel nightclub." In the process the professor becomes a laughing stock. Continues Desowitz: "The film perfectly captures the masochism and degradation of the Weimar Republic, just before the rise of Adolf Hitler. And yet the moral confusion exhibited by Jannings is really due to his own torment. Dietrich is merely an instrument of his innermost desires, standing on stage in top hat, stockings, and bare thighs singing "Falling in Love Again."

The point, then and now, is that one should not confuse an SW transaction, whether in Cartagena or Baltimore, with love. Because nasty surprises develop if one does. Dr. Immanuel Kunt himself tries to keep these things in perspective, dificult though it may be at moments of besottedness.

For the benefit of younger readers, I am perfectly content being referred to as Herr Doktor. Spme of my most ethnusiastic young friends tend to address me as sehr geehrter Herr Professor, but I think such a tsunami of respect is overdoing it.

Just random thoughts on a dreary Baltimore morning.

You may consider a Bette Davis & Leslie Howard movie called : Of Human Bondage.

[LuckyMoney]

I will be travelling to Baltimore this weekend, would like to know areas, streets etc. Where I can find SW.

Many thanks

Great place in Canton many don't know about, head south on Linwood Ave. About 1/4 mile past Boston street.

[Brian139]

I will be travelling to Baltimore this weekend, would like to know areas, streets etc. Where I can find SW.

Many thanks

If you come to Baltimore, there is a notel on Faytte street. Park just outside of it and keep an eye out. You will see many sws walking in and out with their pimps to relax after doing some work out in the streets. If you ask politely, the pimps usually have no problem letting you have some fun time with the girls and will even extend their hospitality to you.

Address is 601 East Fayette Street.

[Immanuel Kunt]

www.brownsmotel.net Contains descriptive info and photos. Said to be so popular as a tryst foir Social Security Administration nooners that a shuttle is run, or should be.

Dr. Immanuel Kunt

[Immanuel Kunt]

Dr. Immanuel Kunt, in pursuit of his academic endeavors, today drove past Brown's Motel, a collection of "cottages" near the old Enchanted Forest on the Elliccott City side of Route 40. This landmark, I am told, is fondly membered by amorous couples in search of shelter. A sign advertised new management, special rates and free Internet. Any reviews?

[Member #4338]

I will be travelling to Baltimore this weekend, would like to know areas, streets etc. Where I can find SW.

Many thanks

Het Dutty, welcome to B'more!

Just let us know what kind of girls you would like to meet. Young, old, blonds, redheads etc. And when and we'll see if we can't line them up for your selection.

Always looking to help out a visitor.

Hold your breath!

[Maticman]

Youngsters on this board may want to know that I am a white male of a certain age who likes black ladies and found many agreeable ones years ago on Garrison. The most successful ones came from middle-class backgrounds. Women who were educated, had been employed in good jobs, often married, until the monkey of addiction began controlling them. I basically retired from the hobby two years ago when I found a civilian, and have returned to Garrison only three times since. Recently, I found a likable lass Peaches, who broke my heart. She had wonderful qualities but I realized that she was in the middle of downward spiral. I don't want to deal with that.

As luck would have it, an old friend contacted me since. She is a Garrison veteran who got her life together. She said that even during her addiction I treated her like a queen. Now that she is clean, I don't mind splurging on her some.

The point, though, is that in the past two years Garrison has changed beyond recognition. Some old-timers are still plying their trade there, as are some newcomers. But the numbers are down and supply unpredictable. This is due to stepped-up police activity. Which is one reason I don't go out any more. The police activity, in turn, is due to creeping gentrification along this boulevard which until the 1960s was the backbone of Jewish Baltimore. After racial change came, Garrison neighborhoods began deteriorating but now seems to have some potential for renewal, despite a high number of half-way houses and group homes in those big old frame houses.

I remember how upper Garrison, near Wabash, ten years ago had an ample supply of regular middle-aged women who dangled their house keys throughout the day near the playground as a come on to older, home improvement type white clients toouring the area in pickups. Those days are gone. If you find anything, the supply is likely to consist of heroin addicts.

The middle section of Garrison ran from Belle to Liberty Heights. There used to be lots of supply around the clock. Such reliable supply also seems to be gone.

The lower section ran from Liberty Heights to Walbrook Junction. It used to feature low-end stuff. That area is now in the midst of gentrification. After the Forest Park library was renovated, a new senior citizen complex was constructed across the street. Now a long-vacant nearby garden apartment complex is either being rehabbed or razed; too early to tell. Further down, new single-family homes have been constructed.

The biggest dhange concerns the rattiest, southernmost section, from North Avenue to Gwynns Falls. That used to have cheap pussy galore, and still may occasionally. But many girls have been evicted from the homes on the side streets. Meanwhile, several nice older homes along Hilton and other streets are being renovated. Hobby at your own peril. Goodby Garrison.

Great assessment, this used to be one of my spots, I did however find a few jems in the last month or so around the middle strip around the library but nothing like it was in the past. There have even been slim and bad pickins' on the 25th loop. I have had a few good ones around york road and woodburne by the family dollar but none as good as years ago. I would love to come across the next 25th loop or garrison loop because I'm not really comfortable hunting in the loops that are most popular on the board. I grew up in these areas and know the "lay of the land" much better.

[Freddy66]

After RTFF and having nothing better to do yesterday, I ran some recon on a couple of loops.

WW about 6 pm. Lots of SW by the circle, mostly too big and too rough for my tastes. One WSW. 30-35, jeans and a blue tshirt caught my eye, and when I swung about for closer inspection she had headed up an alley. There were 4. 5 others, all WSW but nothing to stop for.

Return WW loop at 9 pm. Less visible activity, some LEO presence. Passed through to.

PP. Cruised Eastern Ave side, saw nothing and turned onto Haven and saw the scariest WSW ever. 50ish, CCL and few teeth. No thanks.

Stopped by a SC for a beer and swung back through PP. Still nothing.

[Immanuel Kunt]

Dr. Immanuel Kunt, fascinated as he is by human behavior, has been engrossed by events in Cartagena. They seriously challenge the old adage,"There is no fool like an old fool." Which made me think of the fact that any monger, young or old, might do himself a favor by watching Marlene Dietrich's 1930 breakthrough movie,"The Blue Angel."

Here is Bill Desowitz's take on Amazon: "The Blue Angel, one of the masterpieces of Germany's Weimar cinema. This landmark film thrust the sultry and unrestrained Dietrich on an unsuspecting international film audience. She plays the prototypical role of Lola, the singer who tempts repressed professor Emil Jannings (the king of expressionist actors) into complete submission night after night at the Blue Angel nightclub." In the process the professor becomes a laughing stock. Continues Desowitz: "The film perfectly captures the masochism and degradation of the Weimar Republic, just before the rise of Adolf Hitler. And yet the moral confusion exhibited by Jannings is really due to his own torment. Dietrich is merely an instrument of his innermost desires, standing on stage in top hat, stockings, and bare thighs singing "Falling in Love Again."

The point, then and now, is that one should not confuse an SW transaction, whether in Cartagena or Baltimore, with love. Because nasty surprises develop if one does. Dr. Immanuel Kunt himself tries to keep these things in perspective, dificult though it may be at moments of besottedness.

For the benefit of younger readers, I am perfectly content being referred to as Herr Doktor. Spme of my most ethnusiastic young friends tend to address me as sehr geehrter Herr Professor, but I think such a tsunami of respect is overdoing it.

Just random thoughts on a dreary Baltimore morning.

[dutty]

I will be travelling to Baltimore this weekend, would like to know areas, streets etc. Where I can find SW.

Many thanks

[Intruder225]

I have a friend who has a Honda Element. Rubber floors all throughout that vehicle. He *likes* it when they fall asleep. He just pisses into their mouth to wake them up, but He's a special breed of twisted.

Is it the Xanax which makes them go to sleep? One of my regulars from a couple of years back went to sleep in the middle of the action. I opted to let her rest while I reviewed the content of her purse. I took few photos, took my cash back, and left her in the notel.

[BigDonkey]

Was having a bad night and got the itch in my dick to find something fun. Cruised falls through hampden and saw something and my monger senses started tingling. Swung around and made the scoop. Amanda was the name. No phone supposedly. Short skinny a cup long dark blonde or light brown hair. A quarter for the event. Went to my usual spot for BBBJCIM. FS was on the table but I was out of protection. I imagine it wouldn't have mattered. She was half gone. Fell asleep on the job twice. A gentle jab to the throat got her awake and back to work though. Cute girl very pleasant though doped out. Would repeat. Never had one fall asleep on the job before. Gave me enough of a. Laugh that its worth seeing her again to see how she is when not medicated. Plus she had nice looking legs.

BQ22.

P. S. Its good to be back in the game. I missed the thrill and the tongue action.

Welcome back my friend, its been awhile so are you saying that hampden isn't completely dead? I've cruised by there 2-3 times within the last few months and saw absolutely nothing.

[Brian139]

Welcome to the front seats from back benches!

It was easier to get a new user name than try to recover my lost password. So this is the former Kulli who went to university and became Dr. Immanuel Kunt. I now specialize in the philosophy of mongering.

[Curtisbay]

Too funny thinking about dates from years back. Now that some of the ancients are returning to the board. It would be nice to hear some of the old tales. I remember Robin, God rest her soul, from West Wilkens Ave. My stars what a fun gal. Many good times. She used to call us bad boys and tease us into finishing. Some sicko murdered her by locking her in a safe. Such a waste.