Streetwalker Reports

[Badboy1968]

Skinny Crystal with freckles is the best bang for the buck. Everything except anal, including pictures and video for 40 and a tip.

Shitty.

Is she still insisting on everything covered?

[Larsfuchs]

At Baltimoman. What struck me was that we, Ruthie, Mary, me, and several other people were doing what people do at John's kitchen table on Sargeant Street a couple of hours earlier. I don't know if John still has his $10 basement apartment, complete with a couch, TV, radio, and a spare kitchen table. Maybe he does.

I was smoking up. The girls were shooting and smoking. People came and went. We all contributed and shared. It was good times. The party at John's continued until some girl came screaming into John's house that they found a dead body in Carroll Park.

That was a moment that changed my life. Many of you may have thought of her as some $20 lady who gave great head. I knew her as a person.

I'll find a pic of her. There are several on this thread.

I wish to echo all of those sentiments. This is the person I have chosen to remember.

[Cls9637]

FINALLY Carey Street is open!

[Shune]

It was a cold, somber day of never ending rain. And the sun but a speck behind billowing grey clouds.

Amid the solemn gloom of misery,. Ghoulish predators, wretch prospectors of malice. The scourge of an already ravaged neighborhood.

One day the storm of righteousness will come sweeping through, and wash it all away. Nature's own little eugenic cleansing for all that ails.

Damn, the morale sapping melancholy of it all.

Then, it happened. It was something that's as momentous as it was trivial, almost melodramatic in that it's auspiciously mundane. One moment, nothing, then the next, something. She loves me, she loves me not. It's two antithetical emotions pulling at the same time. One would except a bit more fanfare for something so unexpected. A drumroll, at least.

Breaking through an almost impenetrable curtain of somberness, dressed in a hooded grey fleece and a pair of faded blue jeans, she strolled mindlessly past crumbling rowhouses and trees with few leaves like a meandering automaton.

I watched her through the dappled windshield as she sat down on the front porch of a dilapidated rowhouse, taking her rightful place as if on a twisted display just beyond the radius of the infamous circle.

She nodded at me with a thin smile, young face, old eyes, and she looked about as excited as the stale air around her. But even that could not diminish her physical beauty, nor the obvious mental scar adorning that alluring facade.

I found myself comparing her misery to my gloom as I tipped my head in a gesture of acknowledgement.

She got up slowly and walked down the front steps with no particular enthusiasm, but as the drizzle became a pour, her disinclined amble quickly turned into an urgent trot.

Like a contentious child peeking through the tent at a circus freak show, her narrowing eyes evaluated me suspiciously through the passenger side window "You want to go?" as she brought up her hands parallel to her shoulders.

I nodded obligingly and unlocked the car door. I mean, it's not often one would see a walking girl looked so out of place amongst the wretched as she does.

Moments later, sitting next to me, soaked to the bone, she ran a sleeve across her forehead "I'm glad you stop" wiping her face, but succeeded only in smudging her makeup.

She wiped her smudged eyeliner from underneath her left eye as she looked into the visor mirror "It's bad enough that I have to do this fucking shit and not having the sky dumping on me as well" shaking her head in irritation as the words blurred out of her pursed lips.

I gaped at her candidness for a long moment.

She shrugged matter-of-factly at my dumbfounded silence at she closed the visor mirror "Sorry, that kinda came out wrong. Nothing personal. I'm Stacie, by the way. That's Stacie with an I. You seem like a nice guy. Well, cute, if nothing else. " As she added with a smile.

"I guess being a child, you haven't yet learn tact. " I countered with a straight face.

Stacie's eyes is a stirring mix of oceanic turquoise, and at this particular moment, Saint-Tropez, France on a clear sunny day "I'm 22. How old are you, 35?. I guess being an adult doesn't make you a gentleman. " She shrugged with a twisted grin.

I can't help but smile at her quick-witted responds "I'm 43" as I nodded in appreciation.

Any client / provider verification at this point would be gratuitous. With all her prodigies assets on display, Stacie took full advantage of the t-shirts and sweats I'd purchased earlier that day, and the spacious interior of a 2015 Chrysler Town and Country equipped with tinted windows as she got comfortable.

I found myself re-assessing Stacie with an exploratory glance;.

Her soft features, her sultry yet, indigent demeanor, I was struck with a disconcerted sense of 'deja vu', and having a helluva time placing it. As I evaluated her perfectly proportionate face, and of course, her lusciously suppled body, I thought to myself a young Helen Mirren would have been a very apt comparable.

After a brief, but pleasant acquaintance our conversation took a fortuitous detour as we sat parked in front of Wendy's for some refreshment. More specifically, her drug use, and the subsequent entry into a world she absolutely loath. I can only speculate as to why she would confide in me such a personal intimacy.

Anyway, it was sometime last summer, then in the moment of haste attributed more to impulse rather than design, thus began her downward spiral. And now settling into what one would called a bitter cyclical nature that define the daily life of a user.

Most addicts, but not all were ill-fated by some predetermined genetic trait / defect so deeply ingrained in their subconscious, and couple that with circumstances outside of their control, a fate preordained to a curl existence of despair even before they saw the light of day.

There are no good reasons in my opinion for any illicit drug use, and Stacie's entry was even less noble as peer pressure got the better of her. But, on the other hand, the imprudence in her judgment aside, Stacie sans many of the underlining issues that plagued a typical drug addict, and all the irrevocable tendencies that define their habit.

As she looked to me with her tottering eyes, and it suddenly dawned on me, Stacie reminded me of a young Diane Lane in the TV mini series; The Lonesome Dove.

The sky had darkened into a lighter shade of indigo, and the air, still thick with gloom as rain continued to fall.

Her eyes fetchingly green, Stacie slipped a hand blissfully between my legs "see'Mon., whadda we waiting for, let's get out of here. ".

Even though the night had arrived like a smoldering melancholy, but as Michael Murphy's Red River Valley harping gently on the radio, and by Stacie's request that we retire back to my place for the evening, things seemed somehow, hopeful.

As neon flared coldly across the windshield, we drove on, and headed into the misty yonder.

[Cachero101]

I wouldn't go over 40 clams and a tip for everything including pictures and video. I've had the youngest, hottest ones do it all for 40 and a ten dollar tip. Don't mess up the rates like some of these Captain Save A Hoe's.

Shitty.

No bull shit, but in reality I only paid 20 dollars for everything, I said everything. And yes, I fucked them all for 20. Been doing this shit for 20 plus years. You guys pay 40,80, 100 I don't give a F. All of them, Nikki, Natalie, little Sara, all of them.

[Squonk64]

At Baltimoman. What struck me was that we, Ruthie, Mary, me, and several other people were doing what people do at John's kitchen table on Sargeant Street a couple of hours earlier. I don't know if John still has his $10 basement apartment, complete with a couch, TV, radio, and a spare kitchen table. Maybe he does.

I was smoking up. The girls were shooting and smoking. People came and went. We all contributed and shared. It was good times. The party at John's continued until some girl came screaming into John's house that they found a dead body in Carroll Park.

That was a moment that changed my life. Many of you may have thought of her as some $20 lady who gave great head. I knew her as a person.

I'll find a pic of her. There are several on this thread.

As the story goes, Melanie was unconscious. Her "friends" drove her to the emergency entrance at Franklin Square Hospital at night in the freezing cold of January and left her. I assume they expected her to be discovered. Unfortunately that particular entrance was closed, and they did not find her until morning. She was in a coma for several weeks and then died.

I get how you appreciate and miss Ruthie. That's how I feel about Melanie. She was a wonderful girl that deserved better. RIP both, and all the other ladies that have passed from this horrendous habit.

Baltoman.

[Shithead06]

Was down the other evening and took a turn through CB, Saw a cute WSW with a little baby fat, I picked her up she said her name was Carly she works off of BP but needed some quick cash. I was in a hurry and didn't have time for a room, pictures and videos so we did the handshake and she says 60 clams for a BJ. I started laughing and said I get everything including pictures and video for 50-60 range including anal. She says I'm in a hurry and will give a BJ for 20 I agree. Great BJ just he way I like deep and slow. When we were on our ride back she gave me her number and said next time I'll do your pictures and video, including anal for 60, sounds like a date to me.

Shitty.

[Shithead06]

Lacey I know, but there are several Crystals in Brooklyn and Curtis Bay. Which one did you have the pleasure of having pleasure with? Strawberry blond? Super thin blond? Tiny Crystal with long brown hair and freckles? Inquiring minds want to know!

Skinny Crystal with freckles is the best bang for the buck. Everything except anal, including pictures and video for 40 and a tip.

Shitty.

[Shithead06]

Greetings from the North (Prov are I area). I am planning a visit to your fine city and I would appreciate some info please. I would like to know the standard tuition rates in Bmore. What could I expect for a SW pickup to bring to a hotel for a session. Also for a quick car date. Any info would be appreciated. Especially a couple of numbers of reliable SWs. PM please. Thanks for your help. Sailor02.

I wouldn't go over 40 clams and a tip for everything including pictures and video. I've had the youngest, hottest ones do it all for 40 and a ten dollar tip. Don't mess up the rates like some of these Captain Save A Hoe's.

Shitty.

[LikkerFront]

As for digging into my personal life or work; all I can say is. Really?
Don't you have a real life?

One of the main reason why I don't report much these days, creepy stalker type stuff that just isn't necessary. Fellas need to keep things in perspective and too many just can't seem to do that.

"This isn't love, it's sport fucking " - Tyler Durden from Fight Club.

[BoloBellgrande]

In my report I stated YMMV. Her and I have dated twice now and she was real cool with me. But I have herd her yelling at other girls and I would not want to piss her off. Good luck to anyone the pics her up. Hope you can hit it off as well as I did with her.

The first time I heard her speak, she was yelling at some guy that drove by her and did something that was not to her liking. Man, the venom that came out of her mouth was something. I was turned off ever since then. I don't know if I'll ever date her, I just got her # because she was sitting there.

[CowboysFan]

The black SW that is around at the moment was sitting with Brenda's daughter by the old rent a room house on Cole St. I walked up and got her # . She seemed paranoid about giving me her name though. She's looks okay, I'm just not sure if I'll ever date her though. Tall girl, flat butt, with large saggy boob's. If you know her and want her # PM me . I wouldn't' bother asking if you don't. She seems like the kind of girl that will ask 20 questions trying to find out how you got her # and how she knows you .

In my report I stated YMMV. Her and I have dated twice now and she was real cool with me. But I have herd her yelling at other girls and I would not want to piss her off. Good luck to anyone the pics her up. Hope you can hit it off as well as I did with her.

[NiteTimer]

Gentlemen.
I got a call out of the blue from one of my faves (little Sara). She tells me someone has been delving into my private business.
There is some implication that I have videos for profit online.
So to clear this up quick (like Oxy 5):
I have never profited from any videos I did with any of the ladies. I don't have any intentions of joining some of my fellows in making this a money adventure.
All I've shared are some exploits for entertainment only.
As for digging into my personal life or work; all I can say is. Really?
Don't you have a real life? This is just for fun.
The LEOs know who I am. Got caught in an action when they were looking for tattoo Sara 3 years ago.
I was not part of a prostitution ring with Darnell, the frenchman or anybody else, as somebody put out there. Seriously.
Hence the contracts. If I put somebody out there who didn't sign a contract; they know why. They do.
Like the lady who stole my work phone & I had to retrieve it. It had a password - duh.
Or the one who spent 3 hours in the bathroom & couldn't put in work. Wasted my time.
Once again. There are dozens I've never put a video out about. That was our agreement.
Funny. They did some with other guys. Go figure.
and where this jealousy thing come from with some of the fellows? I gave you some of my prime numbers.
Sometimes with no return at all. Maybe not a gentlemen's club after all? Stupid me. My bad.
I've spent less & less time in this hobby over the past 2 years.
That phone call reminded me why.
Anyway; you gentlemen carry on. NT out.

[BigPappay]

Scooped Erin tonight in BP area. Willing to do half / half for $40 but opted for BBBJ with spit for standard fee. Great gal, with great personality. Blond hair, shoulder length, wears glasses. Let me finger her during whole time giving head. Couldn't ask for anything more than this gal gave. Will ping her in a couple days when her phone gets turned back on!!

[BoloBellgrande]

The black SW that is around at the moment was sitting with Brenda's daughter by the old rent a room house on Cole St. I walked up and got her # . She seemed paranoid about giving me her name though. She's looks okay, I'm just not sure if I'll ever date her though. Tall girl, flat butt, with large saggy boob's. If you know her and want her # PM me . I wouldn't' bother asking if you don't. She seems like the kind of girl that will ask 20 questions trying to find out how you got her # and how she knows you .