Streetwalker Reports

[WillowRut]

She contacted me a day or two ago, I guess she had saved my number from almost a year previous. We never actually lost track of each other for any length of time. She mentioned she had put on her previously lost weight and was ambulatory now. Not sure how much of this is true but after reading your report aside from the facial skin she look like she fleshed out a bit? Just asking because at one time was a serious knockout and great fuck.

Tapped that many times. Also sucked me dry ten times more. So I saw her yesterday on National and 26th in a chair. So how does this work. Does she fold the chair and get in, leave the chair, or what. Does she have a place? Can't get in the back seat with the chair. Can she still take a pounding. ?. what gives. Can I still do her for a $20? I she all drugged up? Is she clean and showered?.

WTF.

[MilwNightFun]

So after a cpl successful car dates and getting familiar with a SW. I'm often* inclined to bring them home (just safer that way) and allows for full buck ass naked uninterrupted carnal knowledge. Not the scared up every day homeless needle freaks but the crack heads that still have some teeth & some wits about them and appear to be independent and sexually playful. Give them an hour in the bathroom to shower shave and make themselves feel good while keeping a close watch, of course. No time limit with them, it lasts as long as you can control your release and the menu is often, if not always, open allowing you to control the time, activity and the outcome. There's no difference any more between SW's & advertising girls except for price and avail incall.

[Body Shopper]

She contacted me a day or two ago, I guess she had saved my number from almost a year previous. We never actually lost track of each other for any length of time. She mentioned she had put on her previously lost weight and was ambulatory now. Not sure how much of this is true but after reading your report aside from the facial skin she look like she fleshed out a bit? Just asking because at one time was a serious knockout and great fuck.

She wears loose clothing, so I can't tell for sure; but she appears to me to not be scrawny. I'm guessing her body is a normal weight. Conversely, it is possible that her puffed up face gives the illusion of such.

I really would've liked to have my first wheelchair prostitute. The closest I've come was 6'0" tall blond Jazmin, who I met in, I think, spring of last year. She was on crutches, standing under the overhang on the south-west corner of 6th & Greenfield. 'Twas raining outside. She hobbled on o'er with those crutches and got in. We went to one of my spots, and she was sucking my cock before I knew it. Pumped into her (at that time) 20-year-old mouth. Yeah! Almost as cool as Depp and Manson!

It's situations like the one with Bianca that make me wish I wasn't poor; because if I possessed even middle class wealth, I could pick her up, drive out to wherever, and if I get cold feet, I can afford the measly $20 for wasting her time and energy, since no dignity would be lost by me. Yes, that is a downside to living life how I want and expressing myself everywhere I go.

[Wenceslas]

During my three-hour cruise the first night I was in town, I pulled up to Bianca in her wheelchair. I had her wheel up to my car. We chatted for around three minutes. She started out at 40 for head, I counter-offered 20, and we settled at 25. Her attitude was a hair shy of perfect, though, so I opted not to have her come into the car, also because I know that the energy it would take her to get out of that wheelchair and into my car would make it so I would be obligated to pay 5 or 10 bucks just for having her get in, fail the mouth check, then get back out.

The following day in the late morning, I executed my plan of strolling on foot up to Bianca and taking a closer look at her in the daylight, and doing the mouth check right on the sidewalk, so if she fails, I don't have to give her any money. Bear in mind that giving money to her wouldn't be out of being bullied, but out of decency because of said energy expense combined with the pity that her condition invokes in anyone with a heart. I parked in the Walgreens parking lot, got out and took a shit in what appeared to be a homeless encampment that was momentarily unoccupied in the bushes of the perimeter of the property. Afterward, I walked in Bianca's direction (she was stationed on the middle of the block on National, between 25th & 26th streets). As I rounded the corner, there was a white bum standing there taking a piss behind some fixture which sits across the blacktop from the drive-up pharmacy window. After I passed, I looked back at him, and he started bitching like a tough guy at me. I responded back, standing my ground. I was wearing flip-flops and therefore uncertain whether I'd win the fight. If I had my sneakers on, perhaps I would have beat my chest. But alas, why should the have-nots get to interfere in the glorious lives of the haves? After all, we are doing such important things, while these retards are doing nothing. Whether they're the have-nots or the regular 9-to-5 Joe's who give their paycheck to their fat wife each week, I have no use for them, and am careful not to allow them to reduce my numbers of women I shoot in, or the number of days I get to spend with my kids each year. I'm in Silver City to shoot semen into women's holes, not to fight some stupid bum. I continued on my way. When I got to 26th street, I spotted Candy across the street in the alley, taking a shit behind some garbage cans. We had just introduced ourselves around ten minutes earlier when I was driving around, and she'd seemed nice. Now, she seemed defensive about her outdoor shitting, not knowing that I'd just done the same; and she was leery of the feel-check, rattling on about how I might be just wanting to feel her for the sake of feeling her. I'd explained that I have a car in the parking lot that we would go in if we strike a deal there in that fecal-smelling part of the alley. I was put off by her bitter attitude and less-than-desirable appearance, so I moved on. Rounding the corner onto National, I walked. Around the middle of the block, surrounded by thugs and winos, I passed Bianca in her wheelchair, gazing studiously as I went. The skin on her face was looking so terrible that I didn't want to date her. I don't think she recognized me from the night before or from driving by just minutes earlier and staring. I kept walking, came back up the north side of the street, back up 26th behind Walgreens, then back into my car.

It was shortly after that when I picked up E on Greenfield, as told in my report.

She contacted me a day or two ago, I guess she had saved my number from almost a year previous. We never actually lost track of each other for any length of time. She mentioned she had put on her previously lost weight and was ambulatory now. Not sure how much of this is true but after reading your report aside from the facial skin she look like she fleshed out a bit? Just asking because at one time was a serious knockout and great fuck.

[NetEng66]

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[Anduril77]

I think they all have a public restroom inside. Why not use that?

[Body Shopper]

During my three-hour cruise the first night I was in town, I pulled up to Bianca in her wheelchair. I had her wheel up to my car. We chatted for around three minutes. She started out at 40 for head, I counter-offered 20, and we settled at 25. Her attitude was a hair shy of perfect, though, so I opted not to have her come into the car, also because I know that the energy it would take her to get out of that wheelchair and into my car would make it so I would be obligated to pay 5 or 10 bucks just for having her get in, fail the mouth check, then get back out.

The following day in the late morning, I executed my plan of strolling on foot up to Bianca and taking a closer look at her in the daylight, and doing the mouth check right on the sidewalk, so if she fails, I don't have to give her any money. Bear in mind that giving money to her wouldn't be out of being bullied, but out of decency because of said energy expense combined with the pity that her condition invokes in anyone with a heart. I parked in the Walgreens parking lot, got out and took a shit in what appeared to be a homeless encampment that was momentarily unoccupied in the bushes of the perimeter of the property. Afterward, I walked in Bianca's direction (she was stationed on the middle of the block on National, between 25th & 26th streets). As I rounded the corner, there was a white bum standing there taking a piss behind some fixture which sits across the blacktop from the drive-up pharmacy window. After I passed, I looked back at him, and he started bitching like a tough guy at me. I responded back, standing my ground. I was wearing flip-flops and therefore uncertain whether I'd win the fight. If I had my sneakers on, perhaps I would have beat my chest. But alas, why should the have-nots get to interfere in the glorious lives of the haves? After all, we are doing such important things, while these retards are doing nothing. Whether they're the have-nots or the regular 9-to-5 Joe's who give their paycheck to their fat wife each week, I have no use for them, and am careful not to allow them to reduce my numbers of women I shoot in, or the number of days I get to spend with my kids each year. I'm in Silver City to shoot semen into women's holes, not to fight some stupid bum. I continued on my way. When I got to 26th street, I spotted Candy across the street in the alley, taking a shit behind some garbage cans. We had just introduced ourselves around ten minutes earlier when I was driving around, and she'd seemed nice. Now, she seemed defensive about her outdoor shitting, not knowing that I'd just done the same; and she was leery of the feel-check, rattling on about how I might be just wanting to feel her for the sake of feeling her. I'd explained that I have a car in the parking lot that we would go in if we strike a deal there in that fecal-smelling part of the alley. I was put off by her bitter attitude and less-than-desirable appearance, so I moved on. Rounding the corner onto National, I walked. Around the middle of the block, surrounded by thugs and winos, I passed Bianca in her wheelchair, gazing studiously as I went. The skin on her face was looking so terrible that I didn't want to date her. I don't think she recognized me from the night before or from driving by just minutes earlier and staring. I kept walking, came back up the north side of the street, back up 26th behind Walgreens, then back into my car.

It was shortly after that when I picked up E on Greenfield, as told in my report.

[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.