Streetwalker Reports

[Body Shopper]

Blessed art thou among women.

Forgive them, for they know not what they do.

I dreamt last night. The dream went something like this:

I came into town Thursday and hit the stroll at 8:30 pm I began at 6th & Greenfield, and only had to cruise for 30 seconds, because I found Lola marching westward on the north sidewalk between 7th & 8th Streets. Scooped her up, went to my spot. 20. You pigs know what I do. She forced me to experience such an intense orgasm that for a couple of seconds during climax, I thought the car was moving forward. I knew it was impossible, because the car was off and the key wasn't in the ignition, but it felt that way, nonetheless. This woman ripped the soul clean out of my body and left me for dead. After a bit I came to to her delight, as me still being alive meant she'd get driven and wouldn't have to walk 3 1/2 miles back. 10. I quipped, "The more intense the orgasm, the better, as long as it doesn't kill me. ".

I awoke the following day and hit the stroll at 10:30 am Over the next 10 1/2 hours, I did three car dates. I took an hour off to try to nap, and a half-hour off to eat. Other than that, I was cruising Silver City.

I saw Angel working a street other than National, for the first time ever! She was working Lincoln, alternating sides of the street, between 9th & 13th. I parked on a side street and approached her on foot, and she agreed to my terms, and told me to pull up to her in my car, so I did. She rescinded coming out far, and then submitted to my requirement to be paid afterward if we park nearby. She sucked me for around 8 minutes, the first five of which were heavenly, and the last three of which were performed lousy. 30. Afterward, she got out and told me that she had my phone and required a payment of $40 - $80 in order for her to give it back. She apprised me that she will pepper spray me if I come near her. I threatened to call the police. I was considering calling them, but my primary reason for mentioning that option of mine was to leverage bargaining power to reduce the fee. My strategy worked. She said, "That'll go real well. You just got your dick sucked by a prostitute. The cops know I prostitute. " Then she changed her monetary demand to $20 - $40. I told her that $20 is all I have with me. I rolled up my windows, locked my doors, popped my trunk and told her to stand near the front of my car. I grabbed a $20 bill and she approached me, and we exchanged the bill for the phone, and she walked away. Mind you, the last minute of our interaction was spent with a worker from the business whose property I'd illegally parked on mulling around doing work out there right with us, ignoring us. I could tell that he had no interest in giving us any trouble, so I didn't address him. Angel, conversely, meekly offered him an apology and an assurance that we'll be out of there straightaway.

I saw her walking a couple hours later on 13th & Lincoln again, and around an hour later on Greenfield, between 11th & 16th.

What is really important to note of here is that I had been planning on posting here, in response to all of the chatter about prostitutes stealing phones, that I have never encountered such a problem. So, the very next time I came into town, my second date stole my phone! I've had a cell phone since 2002, so that's 21 years of mongering with a cell phone on me, and this happens right after I read your sage warnings! Numerous times in my life, the biblical statement, "Forgive them, for they know not what they do" has turned out to be accurate. I have gotten away with things until I know the truth, and then if I continue on once I have been apprised, I suffer a consequence.

Karma is real, and comes from above. Karma exists here on this earth, see? The slore who turned me down a few weeks ago, whose rejection I wrote at length about, has now been rejected and banned from two of her main drug houses. She rejected me, so now those drug dealers rejected her! Even the holiest of angels, when they sin, have to face our creator in all of his wrath. That's how karma works. By the way, I suffered a terrible stroke of bad karma last December for having refused to drive Rose back from the motel without her having fulfilled her agreement, instead offering her to leave on foot whenever she pleases. Something happened to me the following morning that had absolutely nothing to do with Rose, but which affected my life in such a particular, nuanced way, that it was a clear message from above. I'm guessing that the higher power doesn't demand we flat-out forfeit money, but probably would have accepted me just letting her suck my dick and then driving her back, instead of waiting for the other slore to emerge from her drugging.

By and by, I came upon one M. J. On Lincoln at around 11th street, on the south side of the street. She told me her real first and last name, which did not correspond with her initials, so I inquired as to what those initials stand for. She said proudly, "Michal Jordan, leader of the team. " You can't make this stuff up! Too funny! 20. She proceeded to give me mediocre but acceptable head for probably 7 minutes, then hopped on my dick and rode me in my driver's seat, grinding and squeezing. After around a minute of that, she sat on me in the same position while I pounded her from underneath. After around a minute of that, I got out of the car to bend her over and requested some head to get me hard enough again, and she pointed out a big glob of pre-ejaculatory fluid on my cock head and called it "come". She said that I had "nutted", and used that as her excuse to discontinue the date. I paid her the 10, since we'd fucked. I saw her again on 15th & Lincoln a little while later, sitting on the steps in front of that door that says "God" on it. I pulled around, because I wasn't sure it was her, and she proceeded to beg me to do another date with her, promising that this time she'll make it "worth my while". Fart. She'd had her chance. She even begged me to let her do it "for free". Sure. These predators don't do anything for free. They are holes with souls. Fleshy receptacles we stick our dick in.

I met one Snow, sitting on the steps in front of that big apartment building on National, between 24th & 25th. She reluctantly deigned to come to my car and said, "I charge 50 with a condom. " I replied that I'd better not do that, and we parted ways amicable. Snow is a white woman who appears to be in her mid-twenties, and shows no signs of drug use. The body is nice and thick and would be perfect were it not for a huge, unsightly gut, existing from her gash almost up to her navel. Long, straight, beautiful brown hair and pretty face. I saw her a little while later walking on Greenfield, at 16th street.

I pulled up to a half-black woman on National, at perhaps 24th street. Her ass and thighs were as delectable as they could be, but she had a paunch that detracted from her beauty greatly. Clean face and cheerful spirit. She was going to just pass me by, but then I hollered at her and she reluctantly deigned to come a few steps toward me, and said, "My rates start out at 100. " My face turned white and my breathing became labored, and I replied that I'd better pass.

I drove several more hours, and then, by the good grace of our heavenly father, I happened upon Jessi of the Holy Trinity! She was standing on the south-east corner of 22nd & Greenfield, so I peeled down Greenfield to 21st, cut over to the alley, and with knuckles gripped white, I zig-zagged through obstructive vehicles and people in the alley, yearning to get this sperm out of my balls, and Jessi had already walked over to meet me, and got in as soon as I reached the end of the alley. 25. This heavenly angel gave me a great blow job! It was probably 10 minutes in duration. She pumped all of my hate and frustration into her capable mouth and spat it out onto the gravel. Score! 5. On our way back, around a block from my spot, a drug dealer pulled up next to us and inquired, "Do you party?" I replied, "I don't, but she does. " We followed him to a side street, and Jessi got out and went over to his vehicle. I couldn't see what was going on, but I assume she was smoking crack. Around 5 minutes later, she came back to the car delighted, having purchased $50 worth of boy and girl for $25! Good for you, Jess! The Great Circle Of Life winds onward, ad infinitum. After she got out of my vehicle, she asked me if I have anything she could eat. The one food I had she is unable to eat, I think because of her dental condition. So I offered to buy her food at a convenience store. She accepted. She was about to settle for just a snack and a drink, when I chided her in a friendly way over the fact that most prostitutes only eat snacks, not meals. Then she selected a meal to accompany her drink, and we checked out. After she bought those drugs, she expressed extreme gratitude to me for my willingness to do such favors for her. After I bought her the food, she was also extremely thankful, and probably thanked me for it five times. Understand that in an unfriendly world, Jessi is a Holy Angel. I've probably done 35 dates with her in 6 years, and she's made me squirt during all but one of those dates. She has the best record of any girl I know. Hallelujah!

Her new baby is doing well! It's a girl, her third daughter, and is being raised in a loving household with her other two daughters. The baby did not suffer any withdrawals, and is healthy as can be!

Blessed art thou among women. The elusive release which we all seek is granted by your Holiness in your very mouth. The lot of women are not dedicated to making our sperm squirt out, but you, oh holy Jessi, beloved Sister Of Mercy, grant to us who endure poverty the happiness and spiritual riches that the noblest men, that is, those who were born with a full soul, seek.

Sabrina pumps your issue into her capable mouth.

Storm enjoys sucking cock.

Chevy molests your balls until they explode.

Duffy has funbags that you squeeze until your sperm squirts out.

The toothless cocksuckers give you an experience no other can.

And our beloved Reah, The Annointed One, is The Mother Of All Cocksuckers.

Body Shopper.

[Double Life]

I've read the advise provided by our learned team players and have decided to give it another go. I was wrong to take the sports car with collector plates. Too much attention driving Callie around with the top down. So I have decided to take the SUV. More room to play and I can change the mood lighting to any color. Red should make her horny. I will disconnect the lighting that projects "Land RoverRange Rover" on the ground when the door opens. Too bright! In order to blend in, I have asked the help not wash it for a few days. Though I trust these girls provide change, I will try to break a bill down to 20's and keep them on the outside of my roll. When I peel off a bill I will be careful to keep the roll in my pocket. I don't have a key, I have a proximity remote access fob so it must stay on my person. I will keep my phone in the wireless charging port (on silent!) It would be so obvious if its missing. I don't think these girls are that stupid. I will ask before they get in,"do you have any weapons?" Because I don't want my seats slashed again. . Wish me luck!

I trust why'all understand this was intended as humor. (The names and vehicles were changed to protect the innocent.).

[Ghostxx]

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[Double Life]

Could someone provide some advice for a newbie.

1) where should I go in the Milwaukee area to find some SWs.

2) what to expect when driving around looking for a SW.

I've read the advise provided by our learned team players and have decided to give it another go. I was wrong to take the sports car with collector plates. Too much attention driving Callie around with the top down. So I have decided to take the SUV. More room to play and I can change the mood lighting to any color. Red should make her horny. I will disconnect the lighting that projects "Land RoverRange Rover" on the ground when the door opens. Too bright! In order to blend in, I have asked the help not wash it for a few days. Though I trust these girls provide change, I will try to break a bill down to 20's and keep them on the outside of my roll. When I peel off a bill I will be careful to keep the roll in my pocket. I don't have a key, I have a proximity remote access fob so it must stay on my person. I will keep my phone in the wireless charging port (on silent!) It would be so obvious if its missing. I don't think these girls are that stupid. I will ask before they get in,"do you have any weapons?" Because I don't want my seats slashed again. . Wish me luck!

[Jc2490]

I've been under the impression there is nothing but veterans here but experience may vary and everyone is new at the game at some point, so I thought it might be helpful to go over the logistics and prep of a recent encounter I had.

Left the garage door opener in the house. Only took two keys, one for house and one for car. Wore a shirt with two front pockets, one had $60, the other about $35 just in case. I brought a debit card with me as I needed to get gas but I really should have gassed up and left the card at home. All other credit cards were left at home. Wallet was emptied of all other items except for driver license. Wallet and phone were buried within the vehicle. I put a decoy wallet with $3 in my back pocket just in case though I've never needed it.

So I'm cruising National and Greenfield and eventually find a girl who was right up my alley. Everyone likes certain types and this one was just mouth watering for what I like. Yes, she was being used up by the street but irresistible for what my eyes like to gaze on.

She has me drive a few blocks and park on a quiet street. I was leery of her giving me directions and was going to refuse dark alleys but she chose a fairly random spot so I was OK with location.

You have given a few great tips, but you may want to fine tune them a bit. I agree with you about Never parking in an alley. I have found that sometimes you are actually more hidden when you just blend in. A parking lot that has some cars can be a great place. NEVER let her see your phone. Your phone needs to be on silent, not vibrate and well hidden. Using an entry code is another great idea. I would suggest hiding an extra car key. I stash one in a business card case by my gas cap. My old vehicle had room behind the front plate to attach a magnetic key holder. Once I'm off the prowl, I remove the key and keep it in my console. I also have a set of keys that I found on an L platform in Chicago that I leave out in the open in the tray by my gear shift. I figure that it makes great bait.

I think that $100 is too much cas to have on you. I like to use a lot pf $5's, $10's and singles. It looks like more than it is. Getting a girl out of your vehicle can be more difficult if she knows that you have more cash on you. I also carry a credit card that is not active, the real cash and cards are stashed away in the rear of my vehicle. I have a CC permit and I am always carrying. Finally, no matter how nice the girl seems or you have seen her several times, They are all snakes that are capable of a cash and dash at any time. I 100% refuse to give them anything until we are finished. They will all put up a fight about it and I have kicked dozens of them out of my car while they are crying, bitching or screaming but I never cave in.

Good luck and sty safe.

[MKEMan]

Most likely a different Rayna. The one I'm talking about has a big mole on her forehead, also referred to as the third eye. What is this playland you speak of?

It is Rayna's incall location. Quite the place, she is one who puts our money into something we see. Not a pipe or needle and it shows. If you haven't seen her you should, my atf.

[BladeCruiser]

Could someone provide some advice for a newbie.

1) where should I go in the Milwaukee area to find some SWs.

2) what to expect when driving around looking for a SW.

I've been under the impression there is nothing but veterans here but experience may vary and everyone is new at the game at some point, so I thought it might be helpful to go over the logistics and prep of a recent encounter I had.

Left the garage door opener in the house. Only took two keys, one for house and one for car. Wore a shirt with two front pockets, one had $60, the other about $35 just in case. I brought a debit card with me as I needed to get gas but I really should have gassed up and left the card at home. All other credit cards were left at home. Wallet was emptied of all other items except for driver license. Wallet and phone were buried within the vehicle. I put a decoy wallet with $3 in my back pocket just in case though I've never needed it.

So I'm cruising National and Greenfield and eventually find a girl who was right up my alley. Everyone likes certain types and this one was just mouth watering for what I like. Yes, she was being used up by the street but irresistible for what my eyes like to gaze on.

She has me drive a few blocks and park on a quiet street. I was leery of her giving me directions and was going to refuse dark alleys but she chose a fairly random spot so I was OK with location.

I say sex and she says $100. I say I only have $60. $80? I only have $60. Well, can we run to the store and get a drink and cigarettes? I say no. I've been sent shopping before and it gets ridiculous and can go off on tangents and things not going as desired.

After she exhausts all her requests she agrees on the $60. I have an SUV type vehicle and I say we go in the back. She insists that I get in the back first. I consider this an odd request and wonder what the motive is. Does she think I might blindside her with bad intentions? Is she going to do a quick inventory of anything of value in the console when I'm not looking? I didn't give her any money yet and there is nothing worthwhile in the front so I oblige.

Once we are both in the back I give her the money and then she says that I have to undress first. I have this thought of my pants being down while she bails out the door so I say nothing and start to undress her instead.

Afterwards, she wants me to drive her near 27th and National, I'm OK with that. On the way she asks me if she can borrow my phone so she can call her sister. Me being the (stupid) nice guy, my first impulse was to let her use it but the phone was buried where I couldn't reach it so I say I can't. Of course, one second later, I realize it was most likely a ruse to steal the phone.

I drop her off and she gives me a hug before exiting.

Now, I can write this and make it sound like I was cool, calm, and in control, but even after previous bad experiences, I was still reverting to being Mr. Nice Guy and might have set myself up for being ripped off had I not done the pre game prep. Also, she was extremely yummy to me and you know what that's like, the heart starts pounding, the little head is screaming give me, palms are sweating, all of which makes the big head stop working and I must admit there were moments where I was not thinking straight.

For those of you who have not gone this route, you need to pay attention to where you're going to park. You're going to be asked for more money in many different ways. Anything she says or does is potentially an opportunity for her to cheat you, such as lending the girl your phone. And when your knees start knocking because of the yummy treat in front of you, get that big head of yours straight before you do something stupid.

There are a lot of variables that can affect the encounter, so pay attention to them. And always be prepared for the unexpected, being asked to undress first was a new one for me. She was paranoid about other things so I don't know if she was nervous or trying to play her own game. Perhaps a little of both.

Helpful?

[SoccerFan4245]

There are two Rayna. Iranian Rayna with the dolls who advertises on skip the games. Then streetwalker Rayna with the mole on her forehead.

Is there another Rayna? The Rayna I know is not on the sidewalk. I don't think. However I do know there is no BBFSCIP. I don't think. Are you talking about Rayna with the playland?

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[Wenceslas]

Is there another Rayna? The Rayna I know is not on the sidewalk. I don't think. However I do know there is no BBFSCIP. I don't think. Are you talking about Rayna with the playland?

She offered BBFSCIP when I saw her. Was several years ago so maybe menu is restricted now.

[MuffDiver17]

Sometimes I like to check out FB for potential providers. It's not easy and often disappointing but I keep plugging away when I have some time on my hands.

I friended a girl named Tanya. I won't post her real name or FB link here. (I learned my lesson a while back) I ran her name through CCAPs and found she had a prostitution arrest in 2019. I messaged her and said, "You look like someone I met a while back on the south side. ". She replied, "That was me!" " I live on the south side". "I'm now near the airport. ".

I've never met her before!

So we made arrangements to meet up. She quoted me 60 for oral. I told her 40. She countered for 50. I said 40 is as high as I would go.

Unfortunately, life happens and I couldn't meet at the last minute. She messaged whining that she was waiting for me and passed on another date. There was a little more back and forth and then I got bored.

So the deed was not done but I believe she is motivated to make money. If you DM me I can send the link. Perhaps someone actually recognizes her from when she walked the south side.

I may try again but I probably pissed her off for canceling and she sounded a bit needy. YMMV.

I'll take one for the team and give her a shot.

[Jmoney16]

Is there another Rayna? The Rayna I know is not on the sidewalk. I don't think. However I do know there is no BBFSCIP. I don't think. Are you talking about Rayna with the playland?

Most likely a different Rayna. The one I'm talking about has a big mole on her forehead, also referred to as the third eye. What is this playland you speak of?

[MKEMan]

Just wanted to say thanks for the post about Rayna. I'm sorry you feel that way about her. She is one of my ATF. I was able to pick her up the next night after your post. I love the fact that she does BBFSCIP. Just remember, YMMV.

Is there another Rayna? The Rayna I know is not on the sidewalk. I don't think. However I do know there is no BBFSCIP. I don't think. Are you talking about Rayna with the playland?

[Body Shopper]

Soccer Fan: You are a true monger, to the core. Your information, both that which you've shared publicly and that which you've shared with me privately, is accurate and extremely delightful to possess. That a combination of experience and research has brought you to the point where you can enlighten even a learned monger like me about the slores I thirst for knowledge about is quite remarkable. You have lived a good life, experiencing the joy of multitudes of pussies, and contributing to society by sharing your thoughts here on this forum. I wish you many more years of mongering.

Coochie Eater: While you are one of the wittiest, if not the wittiest and funniest writer on this forum- and I agree with the majority of your rules for mongering- I will continue to pipe up on those few points we differ on.

1. Talking through the window. If you don't say anything illegal, you can talk to an undercover cop all day and not get in trouble. One of the most crucial stages of the date is the initial talk through the window. This is where you screen out the ones who will, if you don't do a date, try to make you pay them to exit your vehicle. This is where you screen out any who will be troublesome in any way. Also, after 23 1/2 years I can say with certainty that many slores do, in fact, talk through the window. I know, because of the couple of hundred who I've had in my life, I've made most of them chatter for at least 10 or 20 seconds before getting in. In fact, the one date I did with Duffy last summer, she came up to my car, leaned on the window opening, as it was fully down, and said, "It's 20 for head or 40 for sex". 20 minutes later, I was pumping into her pig mouth. So while all cops will try to talk through your window, not all slores who talk through your window are cops. In fact, hardly any of them are.

2. I'm guessing that you have, indeed, encountered a higher percentage of slores raising their kids than I have. This is for two reasons: 1. You've been at this for decades longer than me, and from what I understand, in decades past, slores of all races had a decent percentage of custodial mothers among them. Nowadays, that's not the case. 2. You do a lot more of your mongering with black women on the north side than I do, and there is a fair share of them up there who are, in fact, raising their kids, or who did, and now they're all grown up. In Silver City, though, these women are not raising any kids. In fact, I suspect that the number of white slores in Silver City who are raising their kids is zero. Even most of the black chicks in Silver City have their kids being raised by somebody else. I say this not to disparage any of the mothers reading this; I have love and respect in my heart for you, and I myself have skeletons in my closet that cause me to not look down on a single soul. I'm simply responding for the sake of correcting a perceived inaccuracy in the record.

Smokin' Ace: I disagree with your assessment of Silver City. If Jill, Rose, thick Corinna on Greenfield, Erika, Amy, Storm, Victoria, Angel, and Renia are ugly, you can slap me in the face and call me Sally. These are attractive women. Street mongering is about passing by or turning down 20 uglies just to find that one who looks decent or even good. I don't give a shit if the attractive ones are outnumbered 10-to-1 or 20-to-1 by the uglies. I live a beautiful life enjoying the bountiful streets of Silver City. God Bless Silver City. God Damn (now former) Alderman Bob Donovan.

You know who I want to have intercourse with? Toothless Amanda on Greenfield. She's a wonderful woman, and I would truly enjoy connecting souls with her for a brief moment. I know that she would love to connect with me, too.

I also wouldn't mind fucking Reah, the Mother Of All Cocksuckers. She's probably the only one currently who feels lust for my fat ass, and is one of the very best cocksuckers on the market.

I'd like to pump one into Jill. The one time I fucked her, I didn't cum from it, but had to have her get me off in her mouth, instead, although her pussy felt great! If she'd come to a motel, we could probably make it happen. In my car, it's just not as easy for me to cum in a pussy anymore, at my age and weight. I'm not huge or anything; just moderately fat, while having historically been skinny. The change is bothersome.

Sarah or "Saharra" kneads your joystick with her gums until the cream filling squirts out.

Toothless Tabatha keeps pumping the semen out of your cock until you tell her to stop, and she swallows every drop.

Crazy Kerri sucks your cock in a cracked out frenzy so that every second is a combination of pure bliss and electric shock. It's an experience you'll never forget, and your semen will spurt out, by dint of mechanical vexation.

God Bless our Street Angels. Lord, you sent your only begotten daughters into this world, that they may squirt the demons out of our body and wash away our sins. We are grateful to you.

[SoccerFan4245]

Sometimes I like to check out FB for potential providers. It's not easy and often disappointing but I keep plugging away when I have some time on my hands.

I friended a girl named Tanya. I won't post her real name or FB link here. (I learned my lesson a while back) I ran her name through CCAPs and found she had a prostitution arrest in 2019. I messaged her and said, "You look like someone I met a while back on the south side. ". She replied, "That was me!" " I live on the south side". "I'm now near the airport. ".

I've never met her before!

So we made arrangements to meet up. She quoted me 60 for oral. I told her 40. She countered for 50. I said 40 is as high as I would go.

Unfortunately, life happens and I couldn't meet at the last minute. She messaged whining that she was waiting for me and passed on another date. There was a little more back and forth and then I got bored.

So the deed was not done but I believe she is motivated to make money. If you DM me I can send the link. Perhaps someone actually recognizes her from when she walked the south side.

I may try again but I probably pissed her off for canceling and she sounded a bit needy. YMMV.

[Jmoney16]

Just wanted to say thanks for the post about Rayna. I'm sorry you feel that way about her. She is one of my ATF. I was able to pick her up the next night after your post. I love the fact that she does BBFSCIP. Just remember, YMMV.

I was out on business yesterday and jutted to Milwaukee last night in hopes of finding a quick blow job before coming back home, as the city was not far off my path. I cruised all three main drags from around 11:00 until 1:00, during which time I stopped by one Rayna on Lincoln, between 7th & 8th streets. She's the slore with the third eye in the middle of her forehead, and big, dumb-looking facial lips, and curly, brown hair. Ironically, during my first sloremongering after that post in which I warned our newcomer to keep his window part-way up because the most desperate and brazen slores will reach in and attempt to unlock the door, this cruddy piece of dogshit, who I've pulled up to around 20 times over the years and turned down every single time because of her ugly demeanor, reached over my window which was half-way up, and succeeded in unlocking my door! This is the first time they've ever succeeded at that! This brazen piece of crap opened my door wide, intending to get in. I leaned as far over her seat as I was able to with my seatbelt holding me back, and looking her in the eyes while gesticulating, said "No! I had the door locked for a reason!" She backed off and left my door flung wide open! She was long gone, but I hollered after her, "Stupid Runt!" or something that rhymes with that. I closed the door, then hollered out the window, "I hope you get killed!" and drove off.

On National, I picked up one Ivy. White, ugly face with no sign of drug use. Chubby and big-titted. Aggressive and assertive, and demanding to stay in that area because she "has gotten stranded so many times". Sure. Sure, you have. I made her take a hike.