CookyJar's Streetwalker Photos

[CookyJar]

One more time while CJ reloads. CJ and I have very different styles but we both love each other's work and our effort. It would be great if someday CJ and I could walk down the "K" together looking for girls to photograph. It would quite a sight to see an old white geezer with a Nikon D500 slung over his shoulder and CJ walking with him with a Canon over his shoulder. I wonder what the LEO's, SW's and pimps would think?

In my humble opinion, this is some of your best contributions to date. I am impressed and envious.

There is no denying your technical abilities and creativeness. It is your creativeness that I most envy. I have to wonder, if given the opportunity could I be as imaginative?

You recently mentioned being in a 3 hour session. My sessions seldom go pass an hour and a half (usually they last about an hour). Every one of my sessions is restricted by chance. Even if I have a specific model in mind, finding a model is strictly by chance. Once I have a model, her needs often determine our time together. Taking a sick girl away from the stroll for more than an hour is not something I would recommend.

There is also the question of equipment. When I first started out on Kensington Avenue, I was amazed by the beauty of some of the girls I would find. I thought to improve on my photographs by adding to the equipment I used. I put a few lamps, an umbrella, tripod and extra lens in the back of my van. I never got to use any of it, beyond my camera and an external hand held flash. Lugging what appears to be expensive photographic equipment, in and out of the places I go, just didn't seem a wise move.

Doing things the way I do them I am restricted by time, a lack of equipment, poor location and the bad habits that I have picked-up. Bad habits? I am talking about the bad habits and creative rut I have gotten used to doing. In an effort to get the maximum bang for my buck, I have settle into going for the same mundane poses, over and over again as quickly as I can. I sometime wonder have my creative juices gone sour.

As envious as I maybe, I am often mortified by the results I can sometime achieve.

This brings us to My-Ann. This story is not as dramatic as the one surrounding Bambi. My-Ann's story is far more rewarding, productive and just as incredible, IMHO. Her story is more about why I continue to do what I do. My-Ann's story has to do with the joys and pleasures of the search and the find.

Of all the walks I have taken down Kensington Avenue, this is the one I would have liked to have shared with the Glockman. We both might have learned a little something.

CookyJar.

[CookyJar]

She is fantastic. Great pix. Thanks.

She is on my, "To Do Again List. ".

CookyJar.

[CookyJar]

I like the girl on the top left with the puffy-like breast. Kinda looks like it's still growing but stopped prematurely. I don't suppose you have matching contact info for your portfolio? If so, I'd love to chat with her.

Alexis is long go. I had not seen her in years. Since that picture was taken she has had a least one kid. I featured her at least twice after that picture was taken. You will not be able to recognize her.

CookyJar.

[Diegotralfaz]

I expected to be directed somewhere upstairs. Instead, I found myself following the two girls into what once was likely meant to be a dinner area. There was no door, doorway or any indication that there ever had been a door or doorway. There was just a large, open, archway. Bambi picked up a dingy sheet and draped it across the archway, thereby blocking the view of the seven or eight people in the front room. After I gave her a look of total disbelief, she said, "It's ok!" and preceded to further cover the archway with a heavier blanket.

I was still recovering from entering a room and being surrounded by a bunch of dudes; and then going into another room with no real privacy, let along security; that I had not noted the foulness and filth which surrounded me. It was unbelievable. What you can see in the pictures is not the half of it.

I didn't want to panic and run out. You don't want to appear to be a punk in such situations. So I decided to let the girls get naked, if they wanted and I would take some pictures and get the fuck out of there.

After taking a few pictures of Bambi, I settle down a little. Shockingly, I settled down enough to whip it out and sample a magnificent BBBJ from Bambi. It had to be magnificent in order to get a drop out of me, under the circumstances. I was very angry with both girls and told them so. I was angry at not being able to have a nice long, more detailed date. I can only imagine what the date would have been like if we had only opted to go to a better location.

According to Bambi, she never goes down to Kensington Avenue and she does not visit Old York Road. She said she relies on her regulars. I believe she has a sugar daddy, sponsor. She is not a spinner. Is she a natural blond? You tell me. Her body is perfect. Nice legs, nice ass and the tits are really, real. She appeared hygienically clean, smelled great and nicely dressed.

I left the area feeling very, very lucky. What the fuck was I thinking? Sure! I was raised in the hoods of North Philly. Yes! I am big and bad. But! I am not that bad. Not anymore.

CookyJar.

She is fantastic. Great pix. Thanks.

[ShortGirlsRock]

I am going to try a put together a few categories and then put forward some of my favorites in each group. I am out of town, sitting in a motel room with a ton of time on my hands. I need this distraction. Anyone with a opinion, please feel free to express it.

I too picked these portraits for reasons unknown. Alexis 001 was taken in 2007 or 2008 and has always been among my favorites.

What do you think?

CookyJar.

I like the girl on the top left with the puffy-like breast. Kinda looks like it's still growing but stopped prematurely. I don't suppose you have matching contact info for your portfolio? If so, I'd love to chat with her.

[ShortGirlsRock]

Once Again, Hope and I were at the same street where I use to drop off, Jennifer, back in 2007. I parked perpendicular to the street and watched Hope as she walked up the street and went into a house. I wasn't sure if it was the same house where Jennifer's uncle once lived.

Very shortly, Hope reappeared alone and walked back to my car to inform me that her friend was not there. But! She told me that another of her friends was there. I told Hope, maybe, but I wanted to see this girl first. Hope went back and returned with this tall, well-built blond, dressed in a clinging black dress and heels.

After discussing arrangements, we talked about the room for rent. I was assured that it was clean, with running water, electric, a bed and it was safe.

They walked back to the house and after I locked my car and set the alarm, I followed them.

CookyJar.

Wow so how tall is Bambi? I might have to reverse my height preference for her!

[Glockman]

One more time while CJ reloads. CJ and I have very different styles but we both love each other's work and our effort. It would be great if someday CJ and I could walk down the "K" together looking for girls to photograph. It would quite a sight to see an old white geezer with a Nikon D500 slung over his shoulder and CJ walking with him with a Canon over his shoulder. I wonder what the LEO's, SW's and pimps would think?

[CookyJar]

Bambi gets my vote. She can get in front of my camera anytime. But I'll pick the location. Don't have the balls CJ does.

You say balls...I say stupidity.

The plan is, now that I've found her, to arrange a second session and go the whole 9 yards. Finding them is the hard part.

CookyJar.

[Glockman]

Bambi gets my vote. She can get in front of my camera anytime. But I'll pick the location. Don't have the balls CJ does.

[JohnnyTheWad]

Again, you are 100% right. But! The more I saw of Bambi, the harder it got to leave.

Bambi kept assuring me that everything was alright, everything was cool and there was nothing to worry about. I had already faced down the Lion pride in their den.

Bambi has a breathtaking body. She had me with her long legs, even before I saw the flat tummy, full ass and the perky full boobies. You don't run into this type of package often. Bambi is in her late twenties or early thirties and when you find a woman like her, nicely dressed and nicely made-up, she is usually hiding something like stretch marks, sagging boob or hideous marks. I was surprise to see that Bambi wasn't hiding anything.

Am I glad I found Bambi...you're damn skippy! Was it worth the danger...hell no! But! Now that I know where she hangs out, you can bet your bottom dollar that I will be seeking her company again.

CookyJar.

Damn Cooky I am glad you are okay. I can see where a woman like that would make one take chances. She is fuggn smokn LOL. Stay safe bud. JTW.

[CookyJar]

Wow, way to keep calm and not panic. I personally woulda threw up the peace sign and hit the road.

Again, you are 100% right. But! The more I saw of Bambi, the harder it got to leave.

Bambi kept assuring me that everything was alright, everything was cool and there was nothing to worry about. I had already faced down the Lion pride in their den.

Bambi has a breathtaking body. She had me with her long legs, even before I saw the flat tummy, full ass and the perky full boobies. You don't run into this type of package often. Bambi is in her late twenties or early thirties and when you find a woman like her, nicely dressed and nicely made-up, she is usually hiding something like stretch marks, sagging boob or hideous marks. I was surprise to see that Bambi wasn't hiding anything.

Am I glad I found Bambi...you're damn skippy! Was it worth the danger...hell no! But! Now that I know where she hangs out, you can bet your bottom dollar that I will be seeking her company again.

CookyJar.

[CookyJar]

… There's always Hope Right? Hope this clears up your question. Me, I'm just an 'OL Gator.

Ever the Poet! Bravo!

CookyJar.

[CookyJar]

This is what MVP is all about! Glad it ended as well as it did. We can ALL be surprised, sometimes.
Thanks for the great (if characteristic!) share!
Happy Hunting, Stay Safe.
-SH.

Thanks!

You are 100% right. Just going into the neighborhoods where they hang-out and seeking these girls is a little like poking the sleeping bear. What I did was like going into the lions den and poking the lion (lions don't hibernate). Lucky for me all of the wild animals had recently eaten and I looked to tough a meal.

What we do, as mongers, is inherently dangerous on many levels. What I did was stupid. I have been in similar situations where I backed out. No pussy is worth putting yourself in harm's way. I will not be doing that again.

Don't get me wrong. I will be going back to look for Bambi, Hope, Suzy and any new girl to be found. I will not be going inside.

Play safe and stay safe.

CookyJar.

[SuperPerv86]

I expected to be directed somewhere upstairs. Instead, I found myself following the two girls into what once was likely meant to be a dinner area. There was no door, doorway or any indication that there ever had been a door or doorway. There was just a large, open, archway. Bambi picked up a dingy sheet and draped it across the archway, thereby blocking the view of the seven or eight people in the front room. After I gave her a look of total disbelief, she said, "It's ok!" and preceded to further cover the archway with a heavier blanket.

I was still recovering from entering a room and being surrounded by a bunch of dudes; and then going into another room with no real privacy, let along security; that I had not noted the foulness and filth which surrounded me. It was unbelievable. What you can see in the pictures is not the half of it.

I didn't want to panic and run out. You don't want to appear to be a punk in such situations. So I decided to let the girls get naked, if they wanted and I would take some pictures and get the fuck out of there.

After taking a few pictures of Bambi, I settle down a little. Shockingly, I settled down enough to whip it out and sample a magnificent BBBJ from Bambi. It had to be magnificent in order to get a drop out of me, under the circumstances. I was very angry with both girls and told them so. I was angry at not being able to have a nice long, more detailed date. I can only imagine what the date would have been like if we had only opted to go to a better location.

According to Bambi, she never goes down to Kensington Avenue and she does not visit Old York Road. She said she relies on her regulars. I believe she has a sugar daddy, sponsor. She is not a spinner. Is she a natural blond? You tell me. Her body is perfect. Nice legs, nice ass and the tits are really, real. She appeared hygienically clean, smelled great and nicely dressed.

I left the area feeling very, very lucky. What the fuck was I thinking? Sure! I was raised in the hoods of North Philly. Yes! I am big and bad. But! I am not that bad. Not anymore.

CookyJar.

Wow, way to keep calm and not panic. I personally woulda threw up the peace sign and hit the road.

[Gator145]

How do I find this one.

To better assist you on your quest for Hope please allow me to offer this. First leave your residence. Get in your vehicle put the key in and twist till the engine starts. You will know the engine is running if the vehicle moves when put in gear. You want to set your GPS for Kensington Ave. Me, I always have Hope. Once on the "Ave" start driving looking for Hope. Begin by looking left, right, rear view mirror. Then repeat. I have always found Hope on the "Ave". Where there's no Hope is where you will always find Hope. That's not the rule, just the way it is. There's Hope everywhere. Just keep your eyes open always scanning. You will find Hope. It's out there. What some may not offer, well, there's always Hope. Right? Don't be afraid to put in the effort and time to find Hope. Very few of us unless we know you will drop Hope in your lap. As CookyJar says, you have to find her the same way we did. Look. Drive up and down the Ave and you will see Hope on every corner you pass. You may see lots of Hope or maybe no Hope. No matter Hope is out there. You just need to know what Hope it is you are looking for. When you see Hope stop and speak to her. You will know almost immediately if there's Hope. If there's no Hope move on to the next one. Don't get discouraged. You will always know when there's Hope. She will tell you right up front "hey there's Hope". Just when you've given up Hope, look at it this way. There's always Hope Right? Hope this clears up your question. Me, I'm just an 'OL Gator.