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[OldBear]

That you kindly put a link up as well as a picture.

Saw Gypsy Rose a week or so ago. This was my second visit and probably last. I did enjoy visit one and asked her do do a bit of makeup for the next visit. Didn't happen but the problem was she was in a big rush. Something about her mother and senior housing. I can totally understand there are things you need to deal with but if that was the case she should have rescheduled so our time wouldn't have been rushed. That said, she seems like a nice lady and has an above average location. Menu is open and price is fair.

Anyway the title here is next up.

One option is a woman that seems to post on STG once a month. I like that. She is older, a bit on the large side but has an open menu and seems to be mature and running on 8 cylinders upstairs. She doesn't post a name. Here is a picture. I would be delighted if anyone on our board had info on her.

[LoveSmallPerky]

What if you do an incall with her? Difficult for her to take off with the money. I've never seen her so I have no idea.

http://milwaukee.skipthegames.com/fe...g/948660154328

There have been reports of other providers that have CnD and left the monger in their place. It is like they don't think about or think the guy would damage or take anything. Not sure if it is an indicator that she isn't planning to do anything and just CnD but if you notice she isn't posting the picture requirement anymore.

[PornFan1000]

Has anybody seen Ari or Arianna recently?

https://cityxguide.com/escorts/prett...-real-14539665

[PornFan1000]

To hear yet another cash and dash by this girl. I know some of you may be disappointed hearing this, but, your pretty woman project may be a loss. You all that keep visiting her is at your own risk.

What if you do an incall with her? Difficult for her to take off with the money. I've never seen her so I have no idea.

http://milwaukee.skipthegames.com/fe...g/948660154328

[Velcrolio]

Not that this is relevant to this forum's business, but two things, I have it all in photos by the thousands and backed up text messages by the hundreds of thousands, and second, before it began in 2009, I would've been shot full of holes by Jules as well, because I wouldn't have believed it would soon begin either. Actually though it's not completely unknown, happens a lot around LA, because work hours for actresses and non traditional careers don't mean shit goes down only on weekends. There'll usually be a dealer at the center of it, and more dudes. The difference was that I wasn't and once I clued in on the benefits of having no dudes except the occasional boyfriend or unsuspecting hookup brought back from Jumbo's Clown Room for one of the girls to maul, there were few dudes. Sure it meant less competition for a 44 year old guy, but even more because dudes always grabbed for the chick friends, which I didn't, or became a source of competition, which I wasn't.

Anyway glory days. Love to yank pics off my Dropbox and show this menagerie but that's compromising and not on the forum topic.

Wait, what? Doesn't everyone have tons of bisexual strippers / hookers hanging out just 'cause the have copious amounts of parking?

Honestly, that post made me say "What?" so often Samuel L Jackson just shot me.

[HuntingStreets]

Did you write for Penthouse? This stuff sounds like what I would read in my Dad's skin mags.

Wait, what? Doesn't everyone have tons of bisexual strippers / hookers hanging out just 'cause the have copious amounts of parking?

Honestly, that post made me say "What?" so often Samuel L Jackson just shot me.

[LostMonger]

She was only $. 50? I thought there was complaining in the past that said her rates were high, was she heavier or not matching her pictures? She's very cute in her pictures but have heard they are old.

I wouldn't say necessarily heavier, just looked a bit more worn. Honestly could have just been some flattering pics vs reality. I'd say her looks lean more toward Amy Winehouse than the cutie next door her pics come off as. She may have been hiding a gut by keeping the dress on, but I couldn't really tell.

[Ps1999]

Wherever it was, I'd have a hard time finding it. It must have been up off Saticoy in the industrial areas. It was commercial / industrial zoned. I took a cab there. So here's how it went down. Just in case Milwaukee would enjoy a tale by a Vegas-living guy dating from 2013 in Los Angeles. So I met a girl on a subway ride between the Vine station and Larchmont, as my car was in the shop. She was hot, blonde, and to my discerning eye, was holding it like a stripper pole, and she was drunk. A number of hood rats were trying game on her. I knew I'd get a chance to chat her up and that she'd be receptive in the mood she was in, and I did, as we climbed the stairs to street level. Yep, she was a stripper, she gave me her number, she asked me if I had cocaine, and she said too bad you're going to see you buddy at his DJ production studio on Burbank Blvd, or it'd be fun to hang out. So that went well.

Later as I was walking home from the Vine station to my place near Western & Franklin, I got a call from a guy I'd heard about, calling himself Warren. I'd been told that word of my 'harem' of friends had gotten around, once I began hanging around the adult entertainment crowd, and especially after Mike Gee, owner of I believe Xposed and other strip clubs, invited my friends and I to come hang out, and offered any of my friends $100 if they'd hang out topless. Mike is a good dude, it turns out, and despite my being about 1/100th the player he is, we had a good chat before he succumbed to the gack and crashed in his master bedroom. Might have been him who passed along info on me. Anyway, Warren's irish brogue comes through the line. 'So I hear you have a lot of lady friends. Are there any who'd like to make a lot of cash working tonight at the game in the Valley?

I was a little amused at this, because while I had unintentionally accumulated a number of hot female friends, none of them were 'mine' so to speak, and to get them anywhere was like herding cats. They were just always around my place, one was a novelist, one a foley engineer, several were dancers, several were hookers, and all were bisexual and at some time or other I'd be awakened by girly sex sounds and find two of them scissoring on my couch. It worked because I had parking, I kept other dudes the fuck away, everybody liked everyone else, there was always high sexual tension, it was near to Hollywood, I had good delivery plugs, and I always ALWAYS had ice. So there were hot chicks, but nobody among them was going to do the Poker Girl gig, and some would be offended at me asking. Except one.

I pulled out the number of the little blonde 19 year old I'd met that day on the subway. "Amber? I just met you on the subway. Look I know you're a dancer, but would you be interested in a special event gig tonight? Hey I don't know how you dance, if you do extras, or what, but I have to tell you, this probably involves some of that. No, I don't need a referral charge. Just remember, promise me, give them my name at least and tell them you came through me, and I'll try to get in and check on how you're doing. You're in? Cool!" And I gave her Warren's number. I knew, you see, about the poker crowd. The porn girl I mentioned who'd blow any guy I told her to blow was a regular Poker Girl and hung out at the coke-fueled parties at the homes of the player, along with other porn-adjacent hanger-on douchebags.

Another friend vouched for me as well, and Warren was happy enough with me, so I was on the list. Up to Van Nuys I went (no idea seven years later where it was, because I took pride in not knowing much about the SF Valley).

The street was quiet, gravel either side of the dark road, a chain link fence on one side, industrial buildings on the other. It looked like warehouses and a cement mixing facility or something, and you couldn't tell there was anything going on. I think a Russian-accented security guy motioned me towards the buildings / cement plant. After checking my name with two other Russian accented guys, I was in, walking into a medium-sized warehouse through plastic sheeting on the entry door. The scene inside was bright and hopping. On the right was a large raised stage with spotlights and a stripper pole. Straight ahead on the wall opposite me was a staircase to the second floor. In front of me was an empty dance floor. To my near left and extending far back were poker tables completely filled with men, couldn't tell how many, must have been more than 100 players. There was a bar near left opposite wall, further back left was an outside sitting area with another bar, seats, all kept warm against the chilly LA evening by heating lamps. Girls in lingerie, revealing party dresses and hot **** leather getup ferried drinks to the players, gave massages at the tables, and all, I presumed, were available to go go up that staircase to the second floor.

At the back sitting area I found my friend, and before long, Amber walked up to the bar. She saw me and her eyebrows lit up. 'Oh my god, I've already made $500! I can't believe this!' she whispered, nervously looking around. 'Awesome,' I said, 'if they give you a break, and you want to show some gratitude for the tip. ' She knew what I was saying, she grabbed my hand, and she led me up the staircase to the second floor.

Blah blah, I nailed Amber on a mattress in a jerry-built *****-room, then went downstairs, got caught using my phone to record the lesbian sex action happening on the pole dance stage, hustled to the exit, and ejected into the night. That was the last I heard of that, though Amber then became part of my crew. Easily the sluttiest one, until she got pregnant by a client and left to her family back in Lancaster.

So that's that scene, circa 2012. I've never since spoken to any of that set, although I met a player at that game in another setting, a woman who remembered the fracas when I was kicked out for recording at an illegal, high-stakes money game. My friend who helped hook me up with the whole thing now lives in Vegas as well, and Mike Gee is now doing standup after going straight a few years ago. According to the news I've seen, several cash poker games were broken up in recent years around LA, but none of them precisely matches this one, from 2012. It was one of those LA things when you're a cypher, a freak in plain sight. You can walk all the scenes and get the taste, and this one was most certainly not my taste, nor was any of the porn scene. I thereafter stayed away. Going to that extent for chicks was much further than I ever went, and I liked my little salon well enough.

And I do word-bomb, because I write like Usain Bolt runs. Sorry Milwaukee, I'll leave you to your lovely ladies of lake left. No news from my friend Isabel there, but I'm sure she's getting a lot of calls. As for her pic, send me a PM. I have a few. But the video I got before she left is mine and mine alone. It's all I have to remind me while she's away of that Mauling Mouth of hers.

Did you write for Penthouse? This stuff sounds like what I would read in my Dad's skin mags.

[Velcrolio]

Wherever it was, I'd have a hard time finding it. It must have been up off Saticoy in the industrial areas. It was commercial / industrial zoned. I took a cab there. So here's how it went down. Just in case Milwaukee would enjoy a tale by a Vegas-living guy dating from 2013 in Los Angeles. So I met a girl on a subway ride between the Vine station and Larchmont, as my car was in the shop. She was hot, blonde, and to my discerning eye, was holding it like a stripper pole, and she was drunk. A number of hood rats were trying game on her. I knew I'd get a chance to chat her up and that she'd be receptive in the mood she was in, and I did, as we climbed the stairs to street level. Yep, she was a stripper, she gave me her number, she asked me if I had cocaine, and she said too bad you're going to see you buddy at his DJ production studio on Burbank Blvd, or it'd be fun to hang out. So that went well.

Later as I was walking home from the Vine station to my place near Western & Franklin, I got a call from a guy I'd heard about, calling himself Warren. I'd been told that word of my 'harem' of friends had gotten around, once I began hanging around the adult entertainment crowd, and especially after Mike Gee, owner of I believe Xposed and other strip clubs, invited my friends and I to come hang out, and offered any of my friends $100 if they'd hang out topless. Mike is a good dude, it turns out, and despite my being about 1/100th the player he is, we had a good chat before he succumbed to the gack and crashed in his master bedroom. Might have been him who passed along info on me. Anyway, Warren's irish brogue comes through the line. 'So I hear you have a lot of lady friends. Are there any who'd like to make a lot of cash working tonight at the game in the Valley?

I was a little amused at this, because while I had unintentionally accumulated a number of hot female friends, none of them were 'mine' so to speak, and to get them anywhere was like herding cats. They were just always around my place, one was a novelist, one a foley engineer, several were dancers, several were hookers, and all were bisexual and at some time or other I'd be awakened by girly sex sounds and find two of them scissoring on my couch. It worked because I had parking, I kept other dudes the fuck away, everybody liked everyone else, there was always high sexual tension, it was near to Hollywood, I had good delivery plugs, and I always ALWAYS had ice. So there were hot chicks, but nobody among them was going to do the Poker Girl gig, and some would be offended at me asking. Except one.

I pulled out the number of the little blonde 19 year old I'd met that day on the subway. "Amber? I just met you on the subway. Look I know you're a dancer, but would you be interested in a special event gig tonight? Hey I don't know how you dance, if you do extras, or what, but I have to tell you, this probably involves some of that. No, I don't need a referral charge. Just remember, promise me, give them my name at least and tell them you came through me, and I'll try to get in and check on how you're doing. You're in? Cool!" And I gave her Warren's number. I knew, you see, about the poker crowd. The porn girl I mentioned who'd blow any guy I told her to blow was a regular Poker Girl and hung out at the coke-fueled parties at the homes of the player, along with other porn-adjacent hanger-on douchebags.

Another friend vouched for me as well, and Warren was happy enough with me, so I was on the list. Up to Van Nuys I went (no idea seven years later where it was, because I took pride in not knowing much about the SF Valley).

The street was quiet, gravel either side of the dark road, a chain link fence on one side, industrial buildings on the other. It looked like warehouses and a cement mixing facility or something, and you couldn't tell there was anything going on. I think a Russian-accented security guy motioned me towards the buildings / cement plant. After checking my name with two other Russian accented guys, I was in, walking into a medium-sized warehouse through plastic sheeting on the entry door. The scene inside was bright and hopping. On the right was a large raised stage with spotlights and a stripper pole. Straight ahead on the wall opposite me was a staircase to the second floor. In front of me was an empty dance floor. To my near left and extending far back were poker tables completely filled with men, couldn't tell how many, must have been more than 100 players. There was a bar near left opposite wall, further back left was an outside sitting area with another bar, seats, all kept warm against the chilly LA evening by heating lamps. Girls in lingerie, revealing party dresses and hot **** leather getup ferried drinks to the players, gave massages at the tables, and all, I presumed, were available to go go up that staircase to the second floor.

At the back sitting area I found my friend, and before long, Amber walked up to the bar. She saw me and her eyebrows lit up. 'Oh my god, I've already made $500! I can't believe this!' she whispered, nervously looking around. 'Awesome,' I said, 'if they give you a break, and you want to show some gratitude for the tip. ' She knew what I was saying, she grabbed my hand, and she led me up the staircase to the second floor.

Blah blah, I nailed Amber on a mattress in a jerry-built *****-room, then went downstairs, got caught using my phone to record the lesbian sex action happening on the pole dance stage, hustled to the exit, and ejected into the night. That was the last I heard of that, though Amber then became part of my crew. Easily the sluttiest one, until she got pregnant by a client and left to her family back in Lancaster.

So that's that scene, circa 2012. I've never since spoken to any of that set, although I met a player at that game in another setting, a woman who remembered the fracas when I was kicked out for recording at an illegal, high-stakes money game. My friend who helped hook me up with the whole thing now lives in Vegas as well, and Mike Gee is now doing standup after going straight a few years ago. According to the news I've seen, several cash poker games were broken up in recent years around LA, but none of them precisely matches this one, from 2012. It was one of those LA things when you're a cypher, a freak in plain sight. You can walk all the scenes and get the taste, and this one was most certainly not my taste, nor was any of the porn scene. I thereafter stayed away. Going to that extent for chicks was much further than I ever went, and I liked my little salon well enough.

And I do word-bomb, because I write like Usain Bolt runs. Sorry Milwaukee, I'll leave you to your lovely ladies of lake left. No news from my friend Isabel there, but I'm sure she's getting a lot of calls. As for her pic, send me a PM. I have a few. But the video I got before she left is mine and mine alone. It's all I have to remind me while she's away of that Mauling Mouth of hers.

Bro, where the hell is this poker in Van Nuys? Lmfao.

Also, can you PM those photos.

[MasterGramp]

Holly Diamond.

Saw her in Chicago. She is a touring girl so she may not come back. Do NOT expect FS for the special hhr. You need the full hour $$.

The Bad: Not GFE, No Kissing, CBJ only, lots of spit not very skilled. Pricey. Fake moans. I didn't ask about greece because I felt like I'd be asked for an upcharge. You can tell she may be a bit ghetto or hood, but she comes off as sweet and personality was no problem, no rush.

The good: 10/10 on face and body. Her Photoshop pics don't do her justice as she looks better in person. Perfect ass that bounces and feels soft and smooth in my hands and claps. She can do a Perfect 180% degree split because she's a dancer.

You'll be better off using a reviewed agency girl for your money's worth, however if GFE doesn't matter and spending $$ go for it. I would repeat if I was rich.

Again, don't expect FS or anything more for her HHR special.

https://hollydiamond.escortbook.com/gallery

[Eric1975]

I completely disagree. I've fucked a ton of porn stars on the most popular category on porn hub. Current numbers, 3,4,5,6,10,18,23,26,32,34,51 and 52 on the list. A good majority of them were in Cali and Las Vegas. Some were on tour in other cities I was in for work. Pricing was NEVER even remotely close to 4500 per hour except for Adriana Chechnik but I got her to drop down to half because of references. Kimmy Granger was the most expensive at 2 k. Brandi Love was only 1600 for 4 hours when she was touring. Any porn star that says they don't do escorting lies. Autumn Falls was only 1000 but she was just starting out and barely 18. Anyways, some porn stars are rock stars just like in the videos, some are terrible and you are like why did I just drop 1000 or more to see them.

Any experience with Rachel Rose? About 2 years ago she quit her snapchat and I was lucky enough to get her phone number. We text almost daily for the last year or so. She hasn't done porn in awhile and quit camming too as far as I know. We talked about me coming to visit in Florida a few times, but never discussed anything sexual.

[Void79]

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[HuntingStreets]

Why worry about her reputation at all? She knows what she's doing is wrong. Her rep is her own doing. We don't even know how many non board members she's fleeced. In my opinion if a girl does it once, her rep is toast.

Pretty sure he was being sarcastic. At this point any member of the board that gets ripped off my her brought it on themselves.

[JohnGalt34]

I completely disagree. I've fucked a ton of porn stars on the most popular category on porn hub. Current numbers, 3,4,5,6,10,18,23,26,32,34,51 and 52 on the list. A good majority of them were in Cali and Las Vegas. Some were on tour in other cities I was in for work. Pricing was NEVER even remotely close to 4500 per hour except for Adriana Chechnik but I got her to drop down to half because of references. Kimmy Granger was the most expensive at 2 k. Brandi Love was only 1600 for 4 hours when she was touring. Any porn star that says they don't do escorting lies. Autumn Falls was only 1000 but she was just starting out and barely 18. Anyways, some porn stars are rock stars just like in the videos, some are terrible and you are like why did I just drop 1000 or more to see them.

$4000.

https://tryst.link/escort/sloan-beaumont

$5,000.

https://tryst.link/escort/freja-noir

[JohnGalt34]

I'm not a local so I hope to make this short and not word bomb, and I'm not a baller, but I got inside access on chicks to provide inside info. I agree with all that for sure. For details there'll be a book hopefully when I'm off this side detour in Vegas.

The porn girls I knew did the initial go-round, the three-week stay at the Miami model house, with shoots for Bang Bros, one getting smashed by Preston and the Monsters of Cock Cuban dude, some BJ / FJ stuff, drinking and floozing, another did it four years around LA, another is in and out, one got the call to do a hot dog bun outcall to the Chateau Marmont bungalows and can say the rock star she blew 'had the juice run down his leg,' if you get the singer I'm talking about. Yeah it was him, no shit. But these girls dip in and out of 'ghosties' as they call escort dates. They're flighty and flakey, they get money off sugar daddies for no sex, they work the underground poker games in Van Nuys (went to one myself and was allowed to hang without table buy-in, but I think those games got raided, not sure. Once when I was rolling with a few friends I was the only sober person and got tasked as driver to pick up a top 100 girl, because her driver was with me and rolling too hard, so we picked up Little Miss Five Way Anal from a rich dude's house in Manhattan Beach (ghostie) to drive for makeup at her Spiegel model house to prep for a later butt destruction shoot. Those days were a gas.

What I learned from the fun was that I could pay nothing (often) to bang the girls, another guy $400, and the *same* girl I got for that amount with two pops charged a dude $5,000 for a date to the Avalon and two hours at a suite at the Standard. Upshot: there's nothing set for price. They throw out freebies to pals like me, they charge some guys on the baller circuit ten times more, they sleep off a night out naked on my couch and miss calls for escort dates, they jump in pools naked but holding their phones and can't do dates because they lose access to their phone until they can get their sugar daddy to get another one. It's all chaos and dancing and irrational anger and love and fun and I could tell a friend 'go get that dude's nut, it's his birthday,' and the friend would get mine, then go get birthday guy's. In front of the whole crowd at my place.

Ahhh I miss those days.

It's been awhile, things are more real now. And speaking of that.

I'll reply to all the guys sending PMs about Isabel soon. Sorry for the delay, it's PST plus I was up a tad late writing drafts of the above tales.

Bro, where the hell is this poker in Van Nuys? Lmfao.

Also, can you PM those photos.