Streetwalker Reports

**MidniteCowboy5** · 06-18-20 13:19

To senior members: No names released, just celebrity examples and famous public places.

The sting:

I've always wanted open up about getting bagged by uncle LEO few years ago in pre covid Kenzo. Maybe some of you can relate. It was awful, put me in the toughest part of my life all to just get my rocks off and begin my day. We all have hidden aliases. That unit is by far one of the dirtiest group of uncles in this state, they make Denzel from Training Day look like Steve From Blues Clues. They play by no rules. Senior members probably know they use to publicly humiliate mongers on the Inquirer I think but it stays with you. I luckily dodged that and am thankful for that. That sting op literally cost me thousands of dollars to the city, legal fees, and travel. I was depressed, lonely and looking for a stable job at the time, my net worth shrunk below $1,000. I missed out on jobs and even with it later being expunged was rejected from a few jobs after. They must have done an advanced search idk how they found out. It's rare to ever get caught in the act with an SW, you'll get robbed in a set up before the uncle spots you fucking her tight ass. Stings still exist and hitting below the belt is their specialty, not sure if its the same in 2020. It was a freezing cold weekday afternoon and I was strolling the K&A area, not making my stroll obvious. Maintained 25 mph and processed who was who quickly, not that I'm proud of this but I'm generally very skilled, having done this for years! My third eye had been trained, but every dog has its day, and gentleman that was my day. If you've seen other cities like Boston and Hartford you will know, Philly is like the mecca of this game. Philly is to SW's what East LA is to Tacos. You don't even have to go to the "spots", pulling over and hollering at most of these girls that fit the bill will get you at least a bbj.

I remember making subtle eye contact w / this one WSW, under the EL. Drove past, revisited 5 minutes later. WSW was still there, subtle wave and I signaled to walk down the block and get off K ave. No LEO's in sight, just to be safe I signaled to meet down another block where it was even quieter, made her wait 2 minutes, drove around the block scoped it out and then finally met her. Scoped her out, she clearly fit the WSW bill, not a crackhead but certainly a trashy yet sexy one who looked like she's been chasing the dragon for the last year or so. Skin was off colored, slight acne holes, and she had the slight off balanced stance, clearly she was in training for the dope game but still had a sexy body and decent face. No way in hell she was an Uncle I thought! We talk, I asked if we could hang out some times and she suggested now, if I pay her. I said I am willing to donate but not pay you for anything just to hang out. She became sexually suggestive, "want me to suck your dick? I knew then it wasn't LEO, I said I only had $25 to spare for donation maybe we'll use it to buy food (lies, but had to keep safe), she said that's fine. The dirty * requested "so. A blowjob? It was raunchy and bold, I asked "can I c*m in your mouth", she said "yes, of course hon". I always use a jimmy hat but told her I didn't have one, the thought that a stranger off the street would suck your dick without a condom used to turn me on at the time, even if I religiously used condoms, love me a nasty little ho. She responded "no need for a condom, I like the taste of skin more than rubber". I said, "let me drop off my packages and I'll come right back, cool?

Normally she would have been in my car already, but I had a weird feeling when she asked "you want me to stay right here?" in a nervous tone and rushing her sentence, "oh shit! Um. Should we still hang out?" she said, "Ugh. ". My emotional intelligence said to scram even if she was a legit WSW, so I put my key into ignition, the car into D, flick the left signal and start to scoot out. Before I knew it, I saw a black van horizontally stop traffic on K ave from my rear view mirror and was swarmed by 6 squad cars. Guns drawn. I was stunned. It was out of thriller flick, at that moment, my world went silent. You would have thought I was Breaking Bad's, Walter White. They trapped me in, going against the traffic direction of my car. I put my hands up, because I was not about to get shot by a rookie over trying to get my dick sucked. They yelled through the megaphone for me to shut the car off and get out with my hands up. I complied and did so carefully, a LEO ambushed my car from the back ripping the door open, it was funny because the safety lock was on, so he lost balance and fell back dropping his equipment. Fucking klutz! Another LEO cocks back his pistol and say "open the fucking car! I became a vegetable at that moment, my heart beat slowed down and my internal defense waved a white surrender flag without consent. I was dragged out like Raggedy Ann, slammed on my own car and cuffed tighter than a desperate chick's wedding ban. My car was searched, I was patted and then thrown head first into an unmarked black van like Jazz being tossed by Uncle Phil from Fresh Prince. "All that for a cock suck, you happy now? Now you're the cock sucker, you piece of shit!" said the vice uncle. Mind you there was absolutely no exchange of money and she mentioned sex vulgarly first. I was driven in weird directions, I guess to lose sight of my surroundings, and was dropped off to Vice HQ in a strip mall bando warehouse straight out of the ship dock scenes of HBO's The Wire Season 2. Forced in a chair, I was then interrogated by 3 DT's, an AA DT (mad cool) admitted "That * She works for us but is not a cop, we just pay her as a volunteer, nice legs right? I was not surprised how crooked it is for a family of uncles to further reignite cash deals in the hands of a troubled SW's who will cooperate. With secret convos w / lawyers there is a bunch of these participants in cities across America, she happened to be a well known one and a legit drug user. The AA DT stated, "She was wearing a wire and your whole convo was transcribed" I gulped and accepted this is going to be a long long ride. I remember having eaten no breakfast or dinner the night before, it would be that way for the next 48 hours. From there, I was thrown in a paddy wagon, sadly no Meek Mill 194x Flows to cushion the paddy wagon blow. The truck was windowless and included 7 others, same charge. All stung. A diverse group at that, like the United Nations of Jons. They were all pretty cool.

Brotherly love was left behind in a galaxy far, far away. After 3 hours in an unventilated paddy wagon and having to piss, we were brought to a precinct for 5 hours. Got marked, tagged and instead of being let go, we boarded a corrections bus. At that moment, I was sharing the bus with 'bando chefs', 'corner boys', armed robbers, & violent criminals! The crime did not match the time, no exchange of $ was made, no touching and she wasn't even in my car! We really just had a raunchy (ish) conversation out of public site.

Finally the prison bus hits the "Rou. House", notoriously known to be the Mike Tyson equivalent of city jails. As I checked in, I declothed to my boxers, was searched yet again and asked to open a steel door similar to a bank vault. The CO slammed it in my face giving me no directions other than to get dressed. Being a former boxer, my survival instinct was 10 of 10. I walked down a long dark concrete hallway with flickering lights. The setting was cold and eerie leading into the first holding cell. Hours went by, us convicted men talked our shit on the floor, like toddlers in a play pen. We were then led to a much larger "gen. Pop" area with urinals and benches. After the 18th or 19th hour, water bottles and cheese sandwiches were distributed. The guard hand distributes each water bottle but slides the sandwich tray to the middle of the holding cell, we raced to the food like vultures. I remember saving the supplies for a later time, keeping the sandwich wrapper for emergency toilet paper. Nonetheless that is not the place to take a shit. One of the mongers looked like little Uzi Vert (rapper) and got us into further trouble, CO's having shut off the little heat given, the tables turned harshly on him. I felt bad, but this guy needed to STFU, first batch of hookers picked up for the night came in and he tries hollering at one from the side of the cell. I ended up losing track of time, huddled in my jacket and kept falling in an out of sleep, in a lethargic state. After transferring from gen pop, we were bunched in groups of 3-5 men in an 8 X8 cell with a steel bed and a urinal. The place smelled like mothballs, chalk and feces. I was grouped with 2 Puerto Rican cell mates who fled from a nasty hurricane, they were actually very kind people, some younger than 21 indicted on heroin possession. I felt terrible, this was only the beginning for these kids. Their ride was going to be at least 2 years which is tough, my ride only had another 24 hours and a series of classes at "Jon School", court dates, meetings, but don't let that fool you, it was a difficult next few months after.

We all admitted the Round House is harder than county jail because of its intensity. I controlled my emotions better than ever before and felt sharp like John Wick when reawakening from the lethargic episodes. At last, a CO screams last names out. I was ordered to see a judge through a tv screen almost 48 hours from the time of the arrest and 4 bites of Wonder Bread in. Social security #'s, addresses, family names were presented publicly in a room of convicts. At that point, there was nothing to hide, oddly enough I had felt so relieved of any outside world stress the last 2 days locked down. The fear and stress of the outside world quickly melted away just a few hours into being cuffed, ironically creating sense of mental freedom inside a physically entrapped environment. In the last holding cell, which had a thick glass window we see 15 hookers picked up. All of us began to laugh because, we'd each got head from at least 1 of them. The room was fluorescently lit, exposing their features. Some hookers were the twin sisters of burnt toast and others were actually really pretty, no exaggerations. Many of them had dependency issues but under control and were perfectly normal. I felt the lack of hope and direction for 98% of the non-hooker related inmates was the biggest problem. The system made me tear for others after my release, some have no other choice but to put their freedom at risk for a dollar on the dinner table. Our system can do more damage to us with no rehabilitation than what we do to our own selves sometimes. Their is an eco system in check with Mongers and SW's, few bad apples mess it up but loneliness or horniness gets replaced with relief and their need for $ MAY not always go to drugs. Help should be given, not harm. To think all this happened for trying to get my rocks off to start my day. Walking out from Arch street, I was craving Chinese food, got the biggest greasiest plate of Chicken and Broccoli- free at last!

Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed. Be careful, I still do the wild thang occasionally but play it extra safe now.

**TheSkydiver** · 06-18-20 13:05

Originally Posted by Hugemat [View Original Post]

Was chilling at my boys house in Fishtown and decided to go up the K as I drove home. Didn't see too much out, the fucked up streets make it so annoying to roll thru. Personally its always way too much activity on K from Tioga down, I don't see how anyone can pick a girl up on that part of the ave. Rolled up to Torresdale and it was dead so I headed home. As I'm riding home I decided to see what Old York Rd had. A couple of BSW on Luzerne, but it was light compared to Friday. I go past 13th and Butler on my way home and I spot this thick tall BSW (se had to be 5'11). Circle the block and pick her up. Tell's me her name is Nikki, she had to be in her mid 40's but she had some nice titties and a fat ass. We go to a quite spot across broad st and gives me a crazy BBBJ (DT, Ball licking and all) for 30! Def going to try and link up with her again.

With blonde-ish braids?

I was out late in the same area and as all my other options failed me, it started to rain and at a redlight I see a woman make eye contact with me, so I pull over and she comes to the side of my vehicle and goes straight for the door handle. Turned out to be my first SW. I asked if she needed a ride and she said she was looking for a date. I said I had 20 bucks on me and we could go for a ride, she replied with something like give me 30 and ill show you something, so I forked over 30 for what turned out to be a very half assed BBBJ. She offered FS for an additional 40 after I sarcastically asked her if she would. Probably wouldve been a better time. Wasnt even 5 minutes and she needed multiple breaks for her neck and wasnt planning on catching, although she did, I had to pretty much get myself there and then put it in her mouth where she just did nothing so I kind of had to face fuck her mouth after making myself cum. A strange experience.

Was also approached by a much heavier woman who replied similarly when I hesitantly asked if she needed a ride, but up close she appeared trans and quickly admitted to it.

**DonTrask** · 06-18-20 12:45

Originally Posted by Lance547 [View Original Post]