Streetwalker Reports

[Body Shopper]

You offered, she rejected. So many people spend their lives "playing in the shallow end of the pool". Having experienced real intimacy (not just physical) a few times, most encounters are disappointing.

Wow. Mischaracterizing lying, acceptance, then withdrawal from the commitment as "you offered, she rejected" supports my statement that this flaw in humanity is gender neutral. What has always amazed me, and continues to, is that people who consider dishonesty a virtue don't try to hide it, but instead flaunt it.

Out of the hundreds of street prostitutes I've had, mostly in Milwaukee, but a few elsewhere in the United States, I have only invited two out to my place, and both lied and said "yes", then backtracked. The other one was thick Corinna on Greenfield (who, BTW, has memorized a ton of information I gave her about myself last fall, which suggests that she at least entertains the idea of using me for something or other in the future). Admittedly, there are three others who I have been interested in on a personal level: Jessica when her appearance and demeanor were perfect (back in 2017, when I met her), and currently Destiny, although I do not want her as a girlfriend, but perhaps some other sort of personal acquaintance. As a matter of fact, I am considering stopping by the address listed on her court records, and hoping she reacts warmly. The other is Michelle. I feel I've only bonded with two street prostitutes in my entire life: Rose and Michelle, and neither one became bonded to me at all, only me to them.

My real, legal name is mentioned in three Wikipedia articles. So, when I deign to invite a woman to my house, I would never pay one red penny. They're lucky that I don't charge them.

[Body Shopper]

Dude, you have a way with words! Just wondering though, how does Rose feel about that? Best when it's a two-way street.

Her bored appearance suggested apathy and business, although on this last car date, I sensed genuine liking for me, based on flattering things I've said about her on this forum. I don't think we're a right fit, though. I only fit with people who respect me and stick to commitments.

The date I wrote about- the one in which we fucked for the first time- occurred in spring, 2019. Four days later, my dick was stuck to my underpants with foam. Three days after that, I rammed it into a loose woman (not a prostitute) I'd met on facebook, meeting her in person for the first time. Spreading the love around.

[Double Life]

Surely you jest. At a time in this country where two words put together and repeated often (fake media, Lazy Joe) can deceive 50% of the population you would think, "just kidding" would be sufficient for most. Some require a full sentence "fight them there so we don't have to fight them here". But there are a few that take the time to intelligently study the facts and consider history before becoming convinced.

Let me begin by explaining that I have had an incredible sex life with sinfully beautiful women. Sex workers were always on my mind but never had the need. I would often observe but didn't care to partake. Why? When it was all I could do to keep the girls I had.

Things changed and finally decided to pick up a girl I've seen around many times. 9th and G. Good looking great body finally picked one up. She asked that I first take her to get something. Fine, went a few blocks where someone got her a " girl and a boy". Really wasn't paying attention so we went to her spot. She gave me her phone to scroll thru her pics from when she was a stripper. Again not paying attention to her but to a guy on a second floor taking pics of us and another guy stopped and screamed "take your shit somewhere else". Still ignorant I looked to her and she looked dead. Motionless, gray, and drooling. OMG I couldn't even get a pulse. WTF a needle in her arm what am I going to do? I took out the needle and started to a hospital. I was shaking her violently to wake up as I drove. 5-6 blocks away she started responding. I pulled over and she eventually started talking and seemed wired but what do I know. ? At one point she stretched her leg on my dash and started flexing this sexy legs but then she had this empty eyed evil look as she pushed her foot thru my windshield. Now I just got to get her out of my car and she wouldn't go. Screaming at each other I said you broke my windshield! She responded " That wasn't me, that was a demon".

This is too long I will continue with part two.

[DieselMike]

Your heartless post was clearly sincere. I don't respect backtracking; nay, I respect standing strong in the face of opposition.

These are all thieves who don't care about us, so if this sappy tale is true, then that's just sad.

I gave Rose a chance to be a part of my life two years ago. Instead of saying "no", she lied just the same as all non-prostitutes do, made a plan to come out to my house, and on the date and time of our appointment, backed out, while lying on the grass with that loser Danny. To be honest, it's not even just females; males are just as bad. This entire shit world is inhabited by people who have no respect for other people or regard for their time or emotional energy.

Everyone is right where they belong, and don't you forget it. People who belong above the gutter stick to commitments out of respect for the other party. People who give no respect deserve no quarter. And I challenge anyone and everyone on this green earth to try to make me backtrack.

You offered, she rejected. So many people spend their lives "playing in the shallow end of the pool". Having experienced real intimacy (not just physical) a few times, most encounters are disappointing.

[DieselMike]

While the main purpose of sloremongering is to squirt in as many normals' druggie daughters as possible, as orgasm is the climax of life and the pinnacle of existence, and all of the manual, oral, or intercourse sex leading up to the chased and cherished orgasm feels superb as well, there are other tiny, far less important reasons to monger. One of these lesser reasons is to dilute the pain one feels by not getting to be with the woman he wants to be with. During sex, a biological and spiritual process of bonding occurs. This happens to a great degree during unprotected intercourse, but also to smaller degrees with unprotected oral and even manual sex. When you're in separation pain, and experiencing separation anxiety, the more souls you make sexual contact with, the less you will miss any one woman. During sexual intercourse, the two peoples' souls mingle with each other. Sexual connection forces spiritual connection. Our connectivity is not something that we can turn on or off. We are all born with these biological / spiritual mechanisms.

The first of the two times I fucked Rose, I bonded with her big time, as she laid there appearing bored. I shot my load into her pussy, and it was the best feeling pussy I've ever had in my life. I've been married, have kids, had a couple of other girlfriends in the distant past, and have had my share of random non-prostitutes over the years. How she felt that first time I fucked her is an experience of a lifetime, and something I will never forget, as we fornicated like swine in broad daylight with untinted windows (probably rolled down), in a bustling part of the city. There is another dynamic present when we're together that I can't put into words, but which feels very pleasant. I enjoy her company very much. Therefore, my outward and inward complaints about her notwithstanding, Rose would be my pick, were I to marry a street prostitute.

Dude, you have a way with words! Just wondering though, how does Rose feel about that? Best when it's a two-way street.

[Body Shopper]

While the main purpose of sloremongering is to squirt in as many normals' druggie daughters as possible, as orgasm is the climax of life and the pinnacle of existence, and all of the manual, oral, or intercourse sex leading up to the chased and cherished orgasm feels superb as well, there are other tiny, far less important reasons to monger. One of these lesser reasons is to dilute the pain one feels by not getting to be with the woman he wants to be with. During sex, a biological and spiritual process of bonding occurs. This happens to a great degree during unprotected intercourse, but also to smaller degrees with unprotected oral and even manual sex. When you're in separation pain, and experiencing separation anxiety, the more souls you make sexual contact with, the less you will miss any one woman. During sexual intercourse, the two peoples' souls mingle with each other. Sexual connection forces spiritual connection. Our connectivity is not something that we can turn on or off. We are all born with these biological / spiritual mechanisms.

The first of the two times I fucked Rose, I bonded with her big time, as she laid there appearing bored. I shot my load into her pussy, and it was the best feeling pussy I've ever had in my life. I've been married, have kids, had a couple of other girlfriends in the distant past, and have had my share of random non-prostitutes over the years. How she felt that first time I fucked her is an experience of a lifetime, and something I will never forget, as we fornicated like swine in broad daylight with untinted windows (probably rolled down), in a bustling part of the city. There is another dynamic present when we're together that I can't put into words, but which feels very pleasant. I enjoy her company very much. Therefore, my outward and inward complaints about her notwithstanding, Rose would be my pick, were I to marry a street prostitute.

[Body Shopper]

Or you could see my previous posts and you would know I'm clearly joking. I've met with some and just talk. I've offered to get them help. Some of you have been stood up because I just hang out and "don't make them work" . I listen to your calls on speaker phone. Talk about crazy, some of you guys are FD up mfuckers. I'm not looking to support the habit. I just gave a girl a book to help her with her issues. Not really looking for sex with her. She's a sweet girl in a really bad place.

Your heartless post was clearly sincere. I don't respect backtracking; nay, I respect standing strong in the face of opposition.

These are all thieves who don't care about us, so if this sappy tale is true, then that's just sad.

I gave Rose a chance to be a part of my life two years ago. Instead of saying "no", she lied just the same as all non-prostitutes do, made a plan to come out to my house, and on the date and time of our appointment, backed out, while lying on the grass with that loser Danny. To be honest, it's not even just females; males are just as bad. This entire shit world is inhabited by people who have no respect for other people or regard for their time or emotional energy.

Everyone is right where they belong, and don't you forget it. People who belong above the gutter stick to commitments out of respect for the other party. People who give no respect deserve no quarter. And I challenge anyone and everyone on this green earth to try to make me backtrack.

[Double Life]

Maybe he was just being sarcastic or joking, giving the benefit of doubt. Some guys are as cold-hearted as the addicts though. Good to see others, like Troll, that show a bit of thoughtfulness, care, humanity, whatever.

Or you could see my previous posts and you would know I'm clearly joking. I've met with some and just talk. I've offered to get them help. Some of you have been stood up because I just hang out and "don't make them work" . I listen to your calls on speaker phone. Talk about crazy, some of you guys are FD up mfuckers. I'm not looking to support the habit. I just gave a girl a book to help her with her issues. Not really looking for sex with her. She's a sweet girl in a really bad place.

[DieselMike]

That's really fucking crude. Most of those girls just made the mistake of trying drugs and got hooked. Once hooked there isn't much help for them. Most are probly better people than you judging from that post.

Maybe he was just being sarcastic or joking, giving the benefit of doubt. Some guys are as cold-hearted as the addicts though. Good to see others, like Troll, that show a bit of thoughtfulness, care, humanity, whatever.

[TrollMongo]

Which ever one is most likely to OD as soon as I put her on life insurance. Sign the papers and give her a few hundred to play in the streets. Its a love thing.

That's really fucking crude. Most of those girls just made the mistake of trying drugs and got hooked. Once hooked there isn't much help for them. Most are probly better people than you judging from that post.

[HuntingStreets]

If you were going to marry one of the Silver City Slores, which girl would you choose, and why?

The vast majority of us couldn't afford their habit. I've talked with many of them about their habits and it pretty much comes down to "If I make $100 I have a $100 dollar a day habit, if I make $200 a day I have a $200 a day habit. " The money is staggering when you stop and think about the it, many of these slores spend between $30,000 and $70,000 a year just on dope. Double those number if they're supporting a "boyfriends" habit as well.

HS.

[Double Life]

If you were going to marry one of the Silver City Slores, which girl would you choose, and why?

Which ever one is most likely to OD as soon as I put her on life insurance. Sign the papers and give her a few hundred to play in the streets. Its a love thing.

[Body Shopper]

If you were going to marry one of the Silver City Slores, which girl would you choose, and why?

[MilwNightFun]

Wow, I'm glad I did not date Kate, as you can read about in my recent report. I take these slores far away, so they don't want to bolt after 5 minutes. They want a ride back. Some are so scary, though, that I don't dare to not give them a ride back. But almost all are not scary enough to intimidate me into driving after only a few minutes of head. I remember speaking with Kate a year or two ago on Greenfield, as well. She is uppity, and her $40 demand was the deal breaker both times.

I don't know if I've ever had Sally. It's been a long time since I've violated any black meat.

I wonder if the Amanda you had is that 27-year-old waif with the blotchy inner mouth, who acts crazy. Greenfield is her street.

God Bless The Holy Trinity.

God Bless Ye Merry Gentlemen.

Avoid The Dreaded Marisol at all costs.

Body Shopper.

Amanda is a shoulder length straight red head. Small chested but a great ass. Not one to smile much and very little eye contact although ready and willing and follows directions well. Funny she introduced herself as Amanda and then said her real name was Natasha. It was a cooler day and she was wearing tight pants, long sleeve blouse. All wrapped up tight so I get any bare skin to roam. About average height and a 6 or 7 on looks. No digits but she says she walks often.

[Body Shopper]

Saw her yesterday in a blue dress and today in a yellow dress. Looks familiar and cute but some acne. Right arm is tatted up. Any recon?

Maybe Jill? I can't remember her tattoos, but I assume she has some, being that she is a slore.