Streetwalker Reports

[CookyJar]

Thanks to everyone for their posts. Haven't ventured to the K in awhile. Took a quick round thru there Saturday and talked to a cute girl named Isabelle who was near Huntington. She said she used to be out, but had been away for awhile til recently. She was blonde with long hair, but tied up above. She seemed really nice, clean, and out of place. Didn't have time to toftt, but wondering if anyone has. Any info would be appreciated.

If this is the same Isabel, you are one hundred percent right, she is really nice, clean and out of place. What more information do you need?

(Click on link to see picture).

CookyJar.

[Art Lang]

Thanks to everyone for their posts. Haven't ventured to the K in awhile. Took a quick round thru there Saturday and talked to a cute girl named Isabelle who was near Huntington. She said she used to be out, but had been away for awhile til recently. She was blonde with long hair, but tied up above. She seemed really nice, clean, and out of place. Didn't have time to toftt, but wondering if anyone has. Any info would be appreciated.

[NvrStlPhilly]

Why is she NOT dancing? She can still hold her own among other dancers.

[Ethol]

Would have made Hemingway proud!

The read. Some of that towards the end is just soooo true LOL. Shit happens. Nice read tho.

[Tonsil Hockey]

Would have made Hemingway proud!

To paraphrase, and pile-on simultaneously, "Gee, Mr. Gator, you use your tongue prettier than a twenty dollar w**re" - That's how the Slim Pickens character, Taggart, from the Mel Brooks classic "Blazing Saddles" would have retorted!!

[Rouleur]

That is if indeed it was fiction! <grin .

Hemingway wrote amazing non fiction as well! When I complimented Gator on his writing I was definitely thinking the Non-Fiction Ernest! Now, if Gator tries writing about his screwing a large fish he caught off the coast of Cuba. LOL.

[GregorSamsa]

There is a thin, WSW redhead at the northern end by the old Bull that has yelled at several cars (mine included) as we drive by, not picking her up. Anyone ever date her? Is it worth a stop? Not too keen on the "I'll flag you down and yell if you don't stop" approach by some of the girls out there. If you don't know who she is, she dresses the part almost too well. Only seen her out in the early to mid morning hours.

Ah, that would be Tatiana. Yes, she's a former stripper turned SW who dresses the part more than anyone else out there on the Ave (except the tranny that hangs around near Mickey the's, but that's another story for another day). I have mixed feelings about this girl. She is assertive, and I'm being diplomatic here, when she recognizes you and you don't stop. Service is OK. She tends to rush you, but on the other hand, she usually gets the job done quickly. Last time I saw her was probably a little more than a month ago, at which time she announced her impending retirement from the game, because she's getting married. Ah, how romantic. I just had to pry a little into this seeming soap opera. She tells me that her betrothed believes that, although she's actively out here plying the trade, she doesn't engage in sex acts for money, and believes she just robs the guys. She seemed to get a little bit of a sadistic kick out of the ruse, which has a distinctly "cuckold. Like" ring to it. Anyway, I haven't seen her in a bit and the anticipated time frame to the exchange of vows has come and gone. If you find her blowing you, you can probably assume that some irreconcilable differences arose.

[Cephlapod Love]

Hello CL my friend.

I think we have all been there at one time or another. That's called informed experience. Anyone who tells you they haven't experienced something similar is dreaming.

The only thing I changed was when she yelled from the bathroom "hey (that's what they call those they like). Hey, you got a razor or hedge trimmer, maybe lawn mower?" How about some conditioner for the hair? Nail Polish? What about Tooth brush? You got a tooth brush? (For her one tooth).

Those are the straight up facts. You know I wouldn't stretch the truth. Me, I'm just an 'OL Gator.

Man that is great! Funny.

I guess what makes it funny is the "been there, done that" experience. Maybe the humour effect is a metric for monger tuition paid?

I'll have to adjust my style, if I could ever hope to come close to such expertise.

[Gator145]

That is if indeed it was fiction! <grin .

Hello CL my friend.

I think we have all been there at one time or another. That's called informed experience. Anyone who tells you they haven't experienced something similar is dreaming.

The only thing I changed was when she yelled from the bathroom "hey (that's what they call those they like). Hey, you got a razor or hedge trimmer, maybe lawn mower?" How about some conditioner for the hair? Nail Polish? What about Tooth brush? You got a tooth brush? (For her one tooth).

Those are the straight up facts. You know I wouldn't stretch the truth. Me, I'm just an 'OL Gator.

[Cephlapod Love]

Would have made Hemingway proud!

That is if indeed it was fiction! <grin .

[Rouleur]

Hey, I'm all for this. I can see myself waking up and thinking I could go for some French. Now where did I put Monique's number. Ahhh here it is right in the hooker anonymous data base. So I dial her up and she answers. Tell her what I'm thinking and the first thing out of her mouth is the dick she's sucking. Second thing is "I'm sick, I need to get well".

Or how about a little Greek just to get the day off on the right foot. Oh well wouldn't that be a perfect world. Hell maybe they could stop at Starbucks on their way over and get me one of those fancy coffee drinks to fit the moment. Maybe stop at Dunkin Donuts pick up a breakfast sandwich.

The door bell rings you open the door in your nice silk robe. Beautiful day, sun is shinning. There she is in all her glory. A little blood dripping from the portion of her faces he was just picking in somebody's car mirror. She's got on the same sweat pants you remember her in three weeks ago when you first saw her nodding on the side steps of the Chinese store at Kensington and Cambria. Oh yeah, the memories. That's where you fell in love. She was sucking an Egg roll as she nodded off to somewhere only she knows. The sneaks still have the dog shit on them she slipped in trying to get to the step. She says " I hope you don't mind I ate some of your sandwich. " She mentions she picked you up a paper. You look at it and it's six days old and yellow. But that's ok you had other things on your mind besides reading your neighbors yellow newspaper. You want sex and she's not exactly your dream girl, but she's here. Her hair is a little messed but what the hell.

You both decide the best way to approach this is to start her off with a shower. She thinks this is wonderful as she hasn't had one in weeks.

You send her to the bathroom and she starts the process of beautifying what just can't be beautified. But she's going to give it a go anyway.

While she's "getting ready". You toss out the half eaten sandwich and grab your coffee. Shit. Coffee's cold and when did Starbucks start using 7-11 cups. Oh well. So you make the most of it. Tastes like something they got from those five gallon buckets in the abando. So that goes down the sink. So far the day's not going good at all.

She spends the next two and a half hours in the bathroom. You open the door to check on her and she didn't even get in the shower yet. Crack pipe is broken on the floor. She's in a lump on the floor tangled in the clothes she's trying to get off. Damn, you notice five or six bed bugs crawling out of the layers of clothes she has on. And what the hell is that smell?

At that point you decide the best thing to do is get her the hell out of your house and back in her own environment. Problem is you can't wake her up. She is in deep in coma like sleep. Your bathroom floor is the softest thing she has slept on in months. She's going to take advantage of that.

Another two hours goes by and you finally wake her up. You give her some lame excuse as to why she has to leave. Land lord is on his way over and you don't want her to get caught there. So being the professional she is, she says you have to give her something for her time, the coffee and sandwich. So you peel off twenty dollars and tell her she has to go. Of course she asks you for a tip. You stuff another five bucks in her dirty hand and she bolts out the door toward the crack store. Boy are you glad she's gone. Now you got to figure out how to get dog shit out of the carpet. The bathroom is a mess. Plus you have things crawling all over the place. Never did get that French or Greek. Well guess you got to cruise the Ave now.

So my friend, your concept is a noble one. It just wouldn't work. Not to mention it's not legal. Like paying for pussy.

This of course is just an observation. Me, I'm just an 'OL Gator.

Would have made Hemingway proud!

[Gator145]

Lets say some mongers want a certain SW with certain qualities or fetishes desired. Why not just pay for their minutes (cell phone) for fast service? Or some type of central location.

We could break down what they will do, won't do etc.

We could go as far a BBBJ or greek or whatever.

What's wrong with an instant legal database on line or something?

Too much energy to find each and every one.

Huh Any Ideas?

Hey, I'm all for this. I can see myself waking up and thinking I could go for some French. Now where did I put Monique's number. Ahhh here it is right in the hooker anonymous data base. So I dial her up and she answers. Tell her what I'm thinking and the first thing out of her mouth is the dick she's sucking. Second thing is "I'm sick, I need to get well".

Or how about a little Greek just to get the day off on the right foot. Oh well wouldn't that be a perfect world. Hell maybe they could stop at Starbucks on their way over and get me one of those fancy coffee drinks to fit the moment. Maybe stop at Dunkin Donuts pick up a breakfast sandwich.

The door bell rings you open the door in your nice silk robe. Beautiful day, sun is shinning. There she is in all her glory. A little blood dripping from the portion of her faces he was just picking in somebody's car mirror. She's got on the same sweat pants you remember her in three weeks ago when you first saw her nodding on the side steps of the Chinese store at Kensington and Cambria. Oh yeah, the memories. That's where you fell in love. She was sucking an Egg roll as she nodded off to somewhere only she knows. The sneaks still have the dog shit on them she slipped in trying to get to the step. She says " I hope you don't mind I ate some of your sandwich. " She mentions she picked you up a paper. You look at it and it's six days old and yellow. But that's ok you had other things on your mind besides reading your neighbors yellow newspaper. You want sex and she's not exactly your dream girl, but she's here. Her hair is a little messed but what the hell.

You both decide the best way to approach this is to start her off with a shower. She thinks this is wonderful as she hasn't had one in weeks.

You send her to the bathroom and she starts the process of beautifying what just can't be beautified. But she's going to give it a go anyway.

While she's "getting ready". You toss out the half eaten sandwich and grab your coffee. Shit. Coffee's cold and when did Starbucks start using 7-11 cups. Oh well. So you make the most of it. Tastes like something they got from those five gallon buckets in the abando. So that goes down the sink. So far the day's not going good at all.

She spends the next two and a half hours in the bathroom. You open the door to check on her and she didn't even get in the shower yet. Crack pipe is broken on the floor. She's in a lump on the floor tangled in the clothes she's trying to get off. Damn, you notice five or six bed bugs crawling out of the layers of clothes she has on. And what the hell is that smell?

At that point you decide the best thing to do is get her the hell out of your house and back in her own environment. Problem is you can't wake her up. She is in deep in coma like sleep. Your bathroom floor is the softest thing she has slept on in months. She's going to take advantage of that.

Another two hours goes by and you finally wake her up. You give her some lame excuse as to why she has to leave. Land lord is on his way over and you don't want her to get caught there. So being the professional she is, she says you have to give her something for her time, the coffee and sandwich. So you peel off twenty dollars and tell her she has to go. Of course she asks you for a tip. You stuff another five bucks in her dirty hand and she bolts out the door toward the crack store. Boy are you glad she's gone. Now you got to figure out how to get dog shit out of the carpet. The bathroom is a mess. Plus you have things crawling all over the place. Never did get that French or Greek. Well guess you got to cruise the Ave now.

So my friend, your concept is a noble one. It just wouldn't work. Not to mention it's not legal. Like paying for pussy.

This of course is just an observation. Me, I'm just an 'OL Gator.

[Kenbenz]

1 1/2 years ago, I posted (link) pics of a striking looking SG. She turned out to be Russian, and goes by the name Tatiana. She has lost some weight and acquired red hair since the pics. Is this the one? I'm not sure why I have not dated her. I'm not aware that anyone who did has posted about it. Curious.

I asked for her number on side street and she had none (as usual).

She dresses was too provacative for broad daylight. Too much LE attention.

She did tell me to pull over very loudly when I was at light.

Cute girl but just way too wild and bossy.

[NvrStlPhilly]

Lets say some mongers want a certain SW with certain qualities or fetishes desired. Why not just pay for their minutes (cell phone) for fast service? Or some type of central location.

We could break down what they will do, won't do etc.

We could go as far a BBBJ or greek or whatever.

What's wrong with an instant legal database on line or something?

Too much energy to find each and every one.

Huh Any Ideas?

[Gareth]

Met a girl named Bridget near the north end. One of the cutest girls I've ever seen out there: young, blond, good body in a black leotard, super cute face. However, she was expensive. She wanted $50 for a car date, which I declined. She also seemed a bit out of it and sleepy. I suspect she's a back page girl who has been forced by circumstances to the K, at least temporarily.