Streetwalker Reports

[Body Shopper]

FYI, every tale I tell on here is pure fantasy. I have never done any of the things that I speak of. I'm only sharing my fantasies and dreams with you.

I arrived in Milwaukee around a week ago. Arranged a motel date with Renia (pronounced as you would the name Renee) whom I praised highly in my previous report. Scooped her up on my way to my motel. Checked in. The reason I didn't check in before picking her up is that I was attending an artistic event that evening and was on a strict time schedule. This was the second motel date I've ever had with a prostitute; the first having been on Valentine's Day this year with E of the Holy Trinity. While I was checking in, Renia came into the office to complain about the soda machine. During her brief exchange with the owner, she loudly quipped, "Mountain Dew is my liquid crack! Ah, the joys of dealing with prostitutes. I got checked in, and we repaired to the room and undressed. As promised, she only charged the same rate I pay her on the street: 25 for head, and 10 more if I want to fuck. I showed her the 35 and gave her 25, with the agreement that if I opt to fuck, she gets the other 10 afterward. We laid on the bed and she began fellating my member, with her knees and ass near my head, at around a 45-degree angle to my person. After roughly 7 minutes, I requested to examine her pussy. She obliged, and after the examination of its exterior, and a questionnaire regarding disease, she expressed the assumption that we'd be using a condom to fuck. I said "no", and she explained that even though she has undergone a hysterectomy, she is prone to getting infections from foreign substances entering her vaginal canal. Thus, she required that I not shoot in her. I agreed. We fucked for 4 or 5 minutes, with her on her back, and me sitting in front of her. I did not enjoy it very much (comparatively speaking), and her pussy felt as though it wasn't as wet as it should be. The interior was wet enough, but the hole seemed to cling to my dick, disallowing me from experiencing my whole dick surrounded by pussy flesh. Her face was labored and pained the entire time. For the first minute or two, she was pulling and clutching my thighs, gripped tightly, causing me considerable pain, until I told her to stop. After several minutes of coitus, I opted to repair back to fellatio. She assumed the same position as before, and after probably another 8 minutes or so of cocksucking, I shot into her mouth. She kept pumping, both manually and orally, pulling every drop of fuck out of my ample member. Ahhh, release! Heaven exists, gentlemen; it is right here on earth.

The establishment I went to after dropping her off was not serving the one meal I was interested in from their website, so I opted for another instead. This meal included four pieces of fried chicken which I did not eat, but took in a carry out box to give to some slore or other. I pulled up to scrawny Kay in the gas station parking lot on 27th & National. Frizzy, medium-brown, shoulder-length hair. She could use some meat on her bones, so I offered her the chicken. She replied in a negative way, referring to the food as "carcasses". So, I guess her scrawniness is not due to drug use, but to veganism. Then a late middle-age black bum type of fellow rode up on his bicycle, having heard the conversation, and requested the fried chicken, which I gladly gave him. He thanked me and rode off. I then drove off, leaving Miss Vegan Prostitute standing there, silently glaring at me.

I cruised for around three hours that night, then repaired back to the motel.

The following morning, I hit the streets and picked up E of the Holy Trinity at around noon, when I happened upon her walking on Greenfield at around 20th street. 25. Around 15 minutes of head. Busted in a whimpering frenzy. Laid there half-dead. 5. Drop off. You gents know the drill.

That evening at around 6:00, I scooped up Kristin at 22nd & Greenfield. This toothless wore sucked on my member diligently for around 20 minutes, but having shot in Renia's mouth at 6:15 the previous evening, then E's that very day at noon, I just couldn't produce a load for dear Krissy, no matter how hard I tried. I'll tell you one thing. Jessica would have gotten my load. Chevy would have gotten it. But Krissy is a good, toothless cocksucker nonetheless, and this wasn't her fault. She had stopped after probably 18 minutes of sucking, sweating like a pig, to take a break. One minute later, she resumed for another two minutes or so, until I told her that she can stop. I tipped her the 5, explaining that she did skilled, hard labor, and told her the times at which I'd shot that day and the previous evening, so she did a good job. Krissy had expressed unhappiness with herself for not making me shoot, so I hope that my reassurance put her mind at ease. I think she's 5 for 6 now with me; but again, she really shouldn't have this fail held against her.

I am protected by the Holy Trinity. Heaven exists. Angels exist, and interestingly enough, have chosen not the rich neighborhoods, but the poorest in each city to manifest in. If you protect the Holy Trinity, they'll protect you.

Body (dripping with the honey of hundreds of women) Shopper.

[ATW2020]

Was driving west on the stroll yesterday. Saw a cop standing in the front yard who suddenly took off running to the back. 5 cars then came flying. Needless to say, I was out of there and didn't see what was up. Just was crazy to see the cop go from standing to full out sprint.

Speaking of SS, Callie just gone? I think she must have lost her phone or got hacked / stolen. Got a message to use the cash app and nothing since and no replies to my message. Anyone see her?

[Coochie Eater]

You're not wrong, there is help out there. I've gotten to know a few of these SW's pretty well though, and let me tell you that there can be all kinds of complications getting into rehab even on State Insurance. A couple of them told me basically the same things. They were never scared of dying but they were terrified of never getting high again. They have to be entirely clean for 24 hours before they can start Suboxone and that 24 hours is so ungodly miserable they bail. And one deep UTR I saw weekly for 14 months bitched constantly about how boring life was after she got clean. When you've live a hustle lifestyle 24/7/365 getting up and going to work everyday is boring as hell. I'm reminded of the last line in Goodfellas when Henry Hill says " I'm an average nobody. I get to live the rest of my life like a schnook. ".

HS.

My friend has a small manufacturing business. He hired a guy, just paroled, at $25 an hour. If he'd a stuck with it, he'd be making at $35 an hour now. Our con had been busted for dealing. Tried the straight and narrow, but friends, $25 an hour doesn't beat $2500 a day. Good worker, honest (at least as far as the job went), but working 8 for $200 less taxes sux donkey dick after a bling bling lifestyle. Of course, he's back in right now, but made some big pocket change on the way back down.

Coochie (Couldn't even deal pot in college) Eater.

God Bless You All.

[HuntingStreets]

There is help all over the place. My sister was a street walking crack whole with a black manager in another state where they are still fighting the civil war. Family flew her up, housed her and I was going to pay for all her college costs. She was here for less than 24 hours and demanded to go back. She went back on her own and continued until she decided she had enough and quit cold turkey. Unfortunately she traded that life for a self-righteous one where she would continually condemn me to hell for anything, everything, and nothing. She is 10 times the disgusting scum now than she was then. Whatever! If they want out there are other options everywhere. Its the life they choose. Like Amy Weinhouse sang "go to rehab and I said, no, no,no".

You're not wrong, there is help out there. I've gotten to know a few of these SW's pretty well though, and let me tell you that there can be all kinds of complications getting into rehab even on State Insurance. A couple of them told me basically the same things. They were never scared of dying but they were terrified of never getting high again. They have to be entirely clean for 24 hours before they can start Suboxone and that 24 hours is so ungodly miserable they bail. And one deep UTR I saw weekly for 14 months bitched constantly about how boring life was after she got clean. When you've live a hustle lifestyle 24/7/365 getting up and going to work everyday is boring as hell. I'm reminded of the last line in Goodfellas when Henry Hill says " I'm an average nobody. I get to live the rest of my life like a schnook. ".

HS.

[Double Life]

Sad to hear. Those girls all have tough lives and pretty much no one to help them.

There is help all over the place. My sister was a street walking crack whole with a black manager in another state where they are still fighting the civil war. Family flew her up, housed her and I was going to pay for all her college costs. She was here for less than 24 hours and demanded to go back. She went back on her own and continued until she decided she had enough and quit cold turkey. Unfortunately she traded that life for a self-righteous one where she would continually condemn me to hell for anything, everything, and nothing. She is 10 times the disgusting scum now than she was then. Whatever! If they want out there are other options everywhere. Its the life they choose. Like Amy Weinhouse sang "go to rehab and I said, no, no,no".

[FltRider]

An interesting but little-known fact about Allie is that when she was 18, a man burst into a threesome consisting of her, a girl, and a 19-year-old man, and shot the other two dead. This is verifiable in online news reports from back then..

As I recall they tore her testimony apart and the guy was let go, right?

[TrollMongo]

Are. I. P. Street Angel.

She had a number of abscesses and infections which were exacerbated by- well, you know- and she succumbed to them a week ago.

Body Shopper.

Sad to hear. Those girls all have tough lives and pretty much no one to help them.

[HuntingStreets]

Are. I. P. Street Angel.

She had a number of abscesses and infections which were exacerbated by- well, you know- and she succumbed to them a week ago.

Her family wrote a nasty obituary about her, and a funeral home published it. This brings me back to my stance I expressed here a couple of months ago, which I never retracted, by the way. The fact that her family talked shit about her in her obituary is more proof that my position of apathy toward the desires of deceased street angels' family members is justified and correct. I never dated her even though I lusted for her, because I still suffer from a superstition which the movie "House Of Numbers" has not completely rooted out of me. Nonetheless, I spent part of a night last September performing social work on her behalf. I drove up and down Greenfield, asking girls if they'd put Allie up for the night, as she was sleeping outside on some steps. All said "no". I then messaged one of her brothers and asked him if she could sleep at his place. He messaged me back the following day, advising me to tell her to call their mother.

An interesting but little-known fact about Allie is that when she was 18, a man burst into a threesome consisting of her, a girl, and a 19-year-old man, and shot the other two dead. This is verifiable in online news reports from back then.

I will always remember the first time I met you, Alissa. You were oozing sex through your every pore, and my buddy and I both turned you down because of said superstition. Perhaps you and I will copulate in our next lifetime.

Body Shopper.

While it's always sad to see someone pass away, she had a far, far more serious problem than abscesses and infections. Frankly, I'm surprised she last as long as she did.

HS.

[Rosco Rules]

Tried to DM you but inbox full. Heading to SD in a few weeks and would appreciate your insight!

Try it now I have cleared out the box.

[Body Shopper]

Are. I. P. Street Angel.

She had a number of abscesses and infections which were exacerbated by- well, you know- and she succumbed to them a week ago.

Her family wrote a nasty obituary about her, and a funeral home published it. This brings me back to my stance I expressed here a couple of months ago, which I never retracted, by the way. The fact that her family talked shit about her in her obituary is more proof that my position of apathy toward the desires of deceased street angels' family members is justified and correct. I never dated her even though I lusted for her, because I still suffer from a superstition which the movie "House Of Numbers" has not completely rooted out of me. Nonetheless, I spent part of a night last September performing social work on her behalf. I drove up and down Greenfield, asking girls if they'd put Allie up for the night, as she was sleeping outside on some steps. All said "no". I then messaged one of her brothers and asked him if she could sleep at his place. He messaged me back the following day, advising me to tell her to call their mother.

An interesting but little-known fact about Allie is that when she was 18, a man burst into a threesome consisting of her, a girl, and a 19-year-old man, and shot the other two dead. This is verifiable in online news reports from back then.

I will always remember the first time I met you, Alissa. You were oozing sex through your every pore, and my buddy and I both turned you down because of said superstition. Perhaps you and I will copulate in our next lifetime.

Body Shopper.

[TonguePunch]

I cruised the loop last night for a good hour, a number of LEO presence as well as a silver charger that was actually a US Marshall vehicle at that hole in the wall corner strip store on G!

About 9 pm I spot her, walking east around 22nd and G, it's Rose!

I turn corner right in front of her, she walks over and gets in said she just started her night, but looked tired. Anyway we found a spot and she still gives an amazing BBBJWS.

Asked for. 3 and I obliged figuring she had just got back from her vacation on the State.

Dropped her off by gas station on G and went home a very happy mongor!

Boyz she is back!

Hey let's be careful out there.

[WenRegnom88]

Reading milwaukee sg reports brings back memories.

But speaking of TJ these days I live within drivingdistance. So not so sure what I miss about milwaukee sg's. I did meet a TJ girl a few years ago and practially live with her now so TJ has been berry berry good to me.

I did put it out there before if any of you milwaukee guys make it to san diego and are hesitant to cross the border due to all those reports of TJ being the most dangerous city in the world. Hit me up with a pm I would be happy to show you around and hear about what's up in Milwaukee these days.

Tried to DM you but inbox full. Heading to SD in a few weeks and would appreciate your insight!

[Body Shopper]

I had been planning on withholding reports until December, but it appears that in my absence, you esteemed gentle mongers have been extremely lively and brazen on here, which has emboldened me to make a return, after only skipping one report, (which I typed a skeleton draft of and saved to post on here in the future, anyway). I would like to give a shout out to two members in particular, for posting pictures, videos, and details with complete disregard for the impositions society makes on us Men: Troll Mongo and Rouge Dawg. I am, however, going to continue to restrain myself from posting my videos on here for the time being, due to the fears I expressed a few weeks ago.

In this post, I will relate the experiences of my second-most-recent trip to Milwaukee, which occurred a couple of weeks ago.

This trip of mine could rightly be called my "Honest WGs" report, as I had two back-to-back experiences with girlss voluntarily refunding my money!

I started cruising in the evening while it was daylight out. I pulled up to a light beige prostitute at around 15th place & Greenfield. I think she said her name is Zanie. Appeared to be in her early twenties. Chubby, but pretty and sexy. She wanted to talk business through the window, with her phone camera pointed at me. I called out her camera, and she said, smiling, "my bad", as she put the camera in her purse or pocket. She then whipped out a beautiful tit, which I reached through the passenger window and groped. As she stood there, I offered 25. Smiling, she said, "I need a little more than that. " More was not forthcoming, so we parted ways amicably.

A little while later, still in daylight, I pulled up to a good-looking white girl about 30 feet south of Greenfield, on around 14th street. Appeared to be around 30. Looked fairly voluptuous. Said she's usually on Lincoln, and by golly, I had forgotten her name later that very night. Before we got ahead of ourselves, she said that she charges 50. Then she said 40 for something quick. I'm not quick. So, I politely declined, and she was extremely amicable in accepting my parting price refusal.

After nightfall, I saw Jill the sperm drinker walking into the open pantry on 11th street, looking hot as fuck in a short, black dress! So, I screeched into the parking lot, and parked right in front of the doors. I watched her scratching off lottery tickets at the counter for a couple of minutes while some poor sap waited submissively behind her, then she walked out, and I hollered, "Hey, Jill!" She looked and said "hi". She explained that she is going home and can't date now. Darn! This load needed to get out!

So, by and by I started calling my girls. I came across Renia (pronounced the way you pronounce the name Renee) in my phone. She's a slore I did one car date with 2 or 3 years ago, and haven't spoken to since. I think I didn't come during the date, but it being so long ago, and me having pigged it up with so many foul souls in the years since, I can't remember. I called her for the first time ever, and left a message. She called back a few minutes later, and said that my number showed up as the same fake name I gave her in the voice message! Woot! Luck! Haha! So, I came and picked her up a block off of Lincoln. We repaired to a spot of mine. There was a car there, for the first time ever at night. I walked up to the car and asked twice if anybody's in it. I could see that there was no one in the front, but the driver's window was cracked an inch, and I couldn't see into the back. No one answered, so we got to work. 25. Around 30-to-60 seconds into the blowjob, that car started up, headlights on! Several seconds later, it took off like a bat out of hell! She freaked out! She'd already been freaked out on our way out there, stating that she's on probation and doesn't want to get caught. She requested to refund my 25 in its entirety, and have me take her back home! She is employed as a waitress at a restaurant, by the way. I asked if she'd like to try another spot of mine across the street instead. She declined, and I happily and gratefully accepted a full refund. Can you believe that?! That's the first time in all my years that I received a full refund from a WG, much less one who'd already had my dick in her mouth! What an outstanding character she is! She's 40 years of age, by the way. I offered her a handful of Reece's peanut butter cups, and Kit Kats, as she was about to exit. She declined the Kit Kats, but took the Reece's cup. God bless her.

As wonderful as that experience was, I still had a ball sack full of cum that I needed to empty, preferably into some young harlot's mouth. I went to bed, got up the next day, and hit the streets again.

I picked up Ashley, Christie's daughter. You may recall that Christie died last February. A couple of weeks ago, Ash revealed to me that Christie had been beaten to death on the north side, by her ex-boyfriend, who Ashley claims did it because he was mad that Christie didn't want to be with him anymore. So, on this day's date, Ashley requested to stop at the open pantry on 11th and get 5 of her 25 up front, to buy something to eat or drink (I can't remember which). I gave her the 5- which I wouldn't do for most slores, BTW, and was nervous and reluctant to do for her, though I tried to hide that- and she came back out of the store a minute later and handed me my 5 dollar bill through the window, saying that she has to go. Astonished, I gratefully accepted the 5 back, and we parted very amicably! What synchronicity that this would happen two days in a row! But alas, the weight of my balls was still increasing.

I picked up Jennifer on 26th & National, north-east corner. 20 for BBBJ. She worked for at least 15 minutes. Realizing I wasn't going to come, I stopped her and allowed her to be done with her task. She had a decent demeanor and decent skills, though obviously not that great. She says she's 46. Looks older. Toothless. Woot!

A while later, I saw Kristin (Krissy) walking on the south side of Greenfield toward 22nd street. She ducked between the last and second-to-last buildings- the last being the one with the green steps that are now white, BTW- so, I hung a sharp right, then another into the alley, and screeched to a stand-still, peering at her as she stumbled up the corridor 'tween the two edifices. She acknowledged me, and told me that she's going to piss. She went a couple of houses west, and I followed. I watched her piss between a yard and the alley. She did not wipe, but pulled her pants right back up, then got into my car. We repaired to a spot, and after 10 or 12 minutes of cocksucking, she took my load that had been brewing for 3 1/4 days since the previous time I'd shot, right into her mouth, then spat the filth out onto the grass. Yum! 25 up front, and 5 after. I dropped her off as quickly as I could and scurried the hell home.

[Rosco Rules]

Damn I miss Tj. Lived there for two years many beautiful girls. Some escorts, some SWs, some bar girls. Got to get back there soon. Milwaukee is depressing for girls.

Reading milwaukee sg reports brings back memories.

But speaking of TJ these days I live within drivingdistance. So not so sure what I miss about milwaukee sg's. I did meet a TJ girl a few years ago and practially live with her now so TJ has been berry berry good to me.

I did put it out there before if any of you milwaukee guys make it to san diego and are hesitant to cross the border due to all those reports of TJ being the most dangerous city in the world. Hit me up with a pm I would be happy to show you around and hear about what's up in Milwaukee these days.

[ChrisPoontang]

I got to get back soon and find Rose. It's kind of getting to the point of being a challenge now. And I especially want to find Barbie again. She is the best by far.

Those hands are scary.

Big puffy fingers means she is an IV drug user.