cheap brothels in Merseyside

When I moved out of Liverpool I intended to visit about once a week. I don't live far away. Now I rarely go there. When I do I can't resist looking in the Liverpool Echo and the Metro to see if there's any new adverts for sex workers.

On Monday I came to Liverpool and saw an ad 'Hot Latino Girl'. I hadn't intended to go anywhere but I phoned her. She said she charges £80 and she's working from a block of flats in Fleet Street which for some curious reason is called the Jam Works. Funnily enough I had seen another sex worker at the Jam Works. She is South American too and was gorgeous. She charged £100 for a half hour but was worth it.

I went to the flats and then phoned her again. She said she'll be a couple of minutes and that I should wait. I waited then saw a woman come to the main door. It's a glass door so I could see her clearly. She was nothing like I was hoping for so I walked briskly away. My mobile started ringing but I ignored it. Later I saw a text from her 'Where are you?'. I felt guilty but what can you do.

I don't mind older women, or fatter women, or even ugly women. But I'm not going to pay £80 to a woman if she doesn't attract me.

A few months ago I went back to the Thai brothel in Rock Ferry. The first time I went was really good. This time I was expecting a choice of two women but they only had one available and she was older and not so attractive. So I told them I wasn't interested and walked out. They didn't seem to mind and she said come back tomorrow.

They charge £60 per half hour at the Thai brothel. I could go to Manchester where the going rate seems to be £35 or £40 per half hour. However, I found a brothel in Wallasey called Jays. They charge £45 per half hour, with an extra £10 if you want oral sex without a condom. I saw a rather insecure 19 year old there twice. Then I saw two much older women, Chrissie and Jordan. They're best friends and must be older than me. One of them is quite attractive, the other isn't. I won't say which is which in case one of them reads this and is offended.

Both of them seem to be nymphomaniacs and are as foul mouthed as you like. I came on Chrissie's face. I'd never come on a woman's face before. It didn't just go on her face and in her mouth but on her lips too.

On Tuesday I found out about another place which is even cheaper. I'd seen the ads for Overpool Angels before but I didn't know where Overpool is or where the M53 is. When I looked it up and phoned them I realized I could get there quite easily. It's near the Merseyrail station and I can use my All Zones Saveaway to get there. They only charge £40 per half hour, but if you go between 10 am and 1 pm it's only £30.

So yesterday I went there for the first time and paid £40. They only had one woman there and that was Lauren. She's not the youngest or slenderest of women but I found her very sexy. I think she must be a nymphomaniac too. Like Chrissie and Jordan she's a local English lass. She let me kiss her and finger her and I came while on top of her fucking her.

I went back there this morning and paid £30. It was Tanya there today who I'm sorry to say didn't really do it for me. I'm planning to go back tomorrow, I know that Lauren will be there again and there might be another woman for me to choose from. Their £30 offer before 1 pm doesn't last much longer so I want to make the best of it.

The flat is very nice, unlike the Thai brothel and Jays which are dumps. It must be the cheapest sex I've had. Soho is less money but that's for just 10 minutes. It's even cheaper than in Manchester.

Other things that have happened to me since my last post. I've been to Soho again. I went to a Thai brothel in South Croydon and another nearby. I've also had two encounters with street girls, one in Liverpool and one in Croydon. I don't like to do anything with street girls because of the moral issues, much better for me to stick with the older nymphomaniacs who can really do it for me. I do like to find out what goes on though. So I found the Red Light District in Liverpool just as previously I found the RLD in Manchester and had a little look around.

Manchester brothels and RLD

Last Friday I was in Manchester and I went there again yesterday. My plan was to find the beauty that I had seen in a brothel but hadn't chosen. Then I thought I could go to the Thai massage place where I had been before.

I would take whichever masseur was offered to me. I might get the nice lady who had brought me to orgasm the week before or I might get a younger prettier one. I had seen a younger prettier one at reception. Either way would be good. I planned to have a less sleazy time than my last time but that is not how it worked out.

Before I went to the Piccadilly Club to try to find the beauty I decided to stop off at a place nearby that I hadn't tried. Looking at the Adult Services 18+ section in the Manchester Evening News I worked out where each brothel was. There are about 20 listed, far more than in Liverpool. The only one that I hadn't tried near the city centre was Lounge 56 in Swan Street.

I went up the stairs and a lady said that she has four women for me to choose from. At the Piccadilly Club there are four women but they are standing in a row when you come up the stairs. At Lounge 56 they came in one by one while I was sitting down. The first two were young skinny short girls which I am sure would be some men's dream girls but not for me. The third one was a plump dark skinned woman who I thought looked Brazilian. The fourth was a black woman.

I chose the plump dark woman. I think I paid £40 for half an hour but I can't remember. I thought she would be just the type that turns me on but it didn't work out that way. It could be that she spoke very little English. She said she's Spanish and I can't remember her name but it's something like Dea.

I walked along the road to the Piccadilly Club. Up the stairs there were two women available. Camille was one of them. I asked the receptionist if the pretty girl who was here last week is here. I described her. She said she didn't know who I was talking about. Then another woman came into the room who was nice so I chose her. I paid £35 for a half hour.

Katie has everything that a man could want in a sex worker. She's pretty, glamorous, easy to talk to, chatty and fun loving. In the room she took hold of my cock and got it erect. I asked her about the beauty but she said she didn't know who I meant and the rota on Fridays tends to change a lot. Katie is a young blonde woman and sounds as if she comes from Manchester.

We did a lot of things together. We did it with her on top. Then with me on top. I suggested we tried it with her sitting on the chair. I knelt on the floor in front of her and when my cock was inside her I lifted up her legs. That didn't seem to work though. I said it would be really nice to kiss her, not expecting her to accept this. She said 'You can kiss me if you want'. So we had a snog.

Even though it was great with Katie I still hadn't come. I thought I could try somewhere else. I could have gone along the road to Passions, but I thought it would be Julia again there with the older oriental woman. I could have gone to Cosmopolitan or Tropical Palms. I have been to both of them, although not had sex at Tropical Palms. Instead I thought I would try one that isn't close to the city centre but not far out.

Salon 24 is at the far end of Park Street. It doesn't look a nice area, but when you get into the building it's OK. I was told I could choose between three women. Or was it four? I can't remember, I can only remember the first and last women I was offered. The first one was plump. The last one was even plumper, and looked as if she might be Italian.

I chose Sasha, the first woman. I had heard her laugh and thought she sounded good fun. I think I paid £40 for a half hour. I went upstairs to a big room with an enormous bed along the whole width of the room. It was like three double beds joined together. There was a porn video playing on a TV and mirrors on the wall and ceiling. Sasha looks about 40 and has a nice face. She sounds like a local lass too. So it just goes to show they're not all foreigners these days.

We started off with a bit of a massage. I said I wanted her to lie on her back so I could see her pussy. She had a big pussy, quite nice looking. I shouldn't think that her vagina would be tight, which is what some men require. I got on top of her. It felt nice being on top of such a big woman. When we were fucking she was moving about and making noises. I said to her that it would be better if she didn't move about. She continued to make her 'Ah! Ah!' noises. I said it would be better if she didn't make noises. Then I told her what I wanted her to say. I told her to say 'Fuck my pussy'. She did what I asked and it didn't take long before I came on top of her.

I had a shower before I left. One idea I had at the back of my mind was to try and find the Red Light District in Manchester. I had found a website where it said where it is. I wasn't sure if I should bother because I have tried to find Red Light Districts in recent years, finding nothing although suspecting it might be different if I came back at 2 am. I didn't want to have sex there, I just wanted to see what it's like.

So I went down Fairfield Street near Piccadilly station. I didn't see any prostitutes in the streets I looked in. I wasn't really expecting to, it was mid afternoon. Then at the corner of St Andrew's Street and Helmet Street I saw them. There was a fat woman standing on the corner trying hard to attract business. There was a black woman and an old white woman sitting on some steps. In Helmet Street I could see a woman sitting on a wheelie bin on its side.

The fat women tried to talk to me but I walked past. These were the sort of women so familiar to me yet I hadn't seen for years. I felt in danger. In danger of her being a woman police officer. In danger of being robbed. In danger of meeting a woman I might become obsessed with. Not in danger of taking drugs and getting addicted: I had been in this situation before and never come anywhere near to trying what they're on.

So I walked on, up St Andrew's Street to St Andrew's Square. At the northern end of St Andrew's Square where it meets Adair Street I saw a very beautiful glamorous woman. She was sitting on a wall. Well away from the other women. I could hardly believe she could be a street girl. I walked past her but looked back to see what she was up to. She looked as if she was Asian, with a dark skin.

I thought I saw her talk to someone in a car but then come back to where she had been sitting. I walked up to her. I said 'Hello'. When I said 'Can I talk to you?' she said 'I only do it in the car'. It was only then that I was sure she is a sex worker. I didn't try to talk to her after that but walked away.

So I started out looking for a beauty and not finding her and ended up finding another beauty in very different circumstances. If anyone reading this knows about either of these two beauties, please can you tell us something about them, their names and what they do. I find them fascinating and I'm sure I'm not the only one to do so.

Manchester Great Ancoats Street and Chinatown

I made my way from the train station to Great Ancoats Street yesterday. I wanted to go to Piccadilly Club where they have a line up of four semi-naked women. I was disappointed when they only had two there though. Camille was one of them. I had seen her before so I knew what to expect. I paid my £35 and Camille led me up the stairs.

Camille was looking younger and more attractive than I remembered. She's quite wild but even she has her limits. She told me not to come on her face. It was alright for me to come on her chest but not on her face. I think that's more to do with spoiling her makeup than anything else. I asked if I could put my finger in her pussy and she said yes, if I put a condom on my finger. So I got one finger inside her, then after a while took it out and put two fingers in the condom. I held it up for her to see and she was happy for me to put two fingers in. She started wanking herself and appeared to orgasm.

When my half hour was up Camille said I should book another half hour with her. She said I needed a full hour so I could come. I had other ideas though. It's not that I didn't want another half hour with Camille, it's just that I wanted to see what my other options were.

I went down the road to Passions. There were two women there. An older oriental woman who I think was there the last time. I chose Julia who is young and pretty. Again £35. Julia was a bit strange. She didn't like me lying on top of her. She said she loved doggy-style, which is what some of them say when they don't want a man on top of them. So we tried that, but it's never really worked for me. She didn't want me to touch her pussy. She kept her bikini top on the whole time. I wanted to look at her pussy and wank myself, she lay on the bed with her legs open but didn't seem happy with that either. I don't think she's going to last long in this business.

I went back to Piccadilly Club again. This time there were four women in the line up. Camille was there again, third from left. The first on the left was a tall slender beauty who gave me a shy smile. Next to her was a tall plumper woman who had quite a nice face. I was tempted by the beauty but I thought I would probably just want to stare at her face the whole time. The plumper more ordinary looking woman I thought I could come on top of her.

Her name is Sophia and she said she's from Italy. I asked her to keep her sexy dress on. I tried shagging her but something just wasn't working. The small dark room with the narrow bed was putting me off. It would have been better on a proper bed in a proper bedroom with lots of natural light. That's how it is at Passions. The ultra violet lamp lighting up odd bits of clothing added to the unreality of the situation.

I asked Sophia if she's going out tonight. She said she was. I said do you like clubbing. Having a dance. Men watching you. Picking up men. She's the sort of girl men would like to take home. I was looking at her pussy, her legs wide apart, and I asked her if she would let me put my finger inside her if I used a condom for that. She said no way. I wanked myself and she said come in tissue not on me. I got some semen on the towel and maybe a bit on the bed. I don't think I got any on her, but if I did it would have been just a couple of drops. She seemed irritated but afterwards was friendly, asking if I was married etc.

this is not one of the girls

Even though I had come with Sophia I decided to go to Chinatown and find a place I had seen. It is a Thai massage place. When I had walked past it months ago it seemed that men were queuing up outside. I found the place but it was right next to a barber shop so maybe the men were queuing up for the barber shop? I found the place and went up the stairs. It seemed quite classy. I said I would like a massage but only if I could take a quick shower before. I had spent hours on the train and then walking around Manchester. It was a warm humid day so I wanted to make it nice for the masseur. I paid £35 I think it was for an hour massage.

Usually when you take a shower at these places it is a small space. Here, however, it was a shower room. Plenty of room to move about. I had been given a big towel and a towel gown to wear. I went back into the room. It was a proper Thai massage with her moving my legs into odd positions. I had no idea if I was going to be offered some kind of sexual service or if it was just a straight massage. Part of me didn't want hand relief because I had already come not long before and I don't find it easy to come that way anyway.

A few times her hands brushed against my genitals. I was naked. I thought perhaps this is the sort of place where if you get an erection they will offer to wank you, but if you don't then it will just be a straight massage. I tried to make my cock get stiff by having sexual fantasies. The lady was older and quite short but not bad looking. She smiled, looked at my cock - which was semi-erect at this point - and said something like 'I think he's woken up now'. I held it and waggled it about. It became fully erect. I said something like 'Yes, he has definitely woken up now'.

She wanted £40 to wank me. I looked in my wallet but only had £20 so I gave her that and some loose change. She seemed to enjoy it and I certainly enjoyed it because I could feel myself about to come. I wanted it to happen and tried to visualize fountains of sperm spurting out. She knew what she was doing because I did come, for the second time that day. She made me feel that my whole day had been worthwhile after my sleazy encounters with reluctant prostitutes. I left very happy.

Glasgow v Manchester

If anyone is thinking of punting in Glasgow I would say don't bother. I could only find sex workers on the internet. The photographs were nothing like the sex worker. The going rate seems to be £80 per half hour or £160 per hour. In London or Liverpool it would be £60 per half hour. In Manchester it seems to be £35.

I went to see two sex workers, both of them were supposed to be in the city centre but were quite far out. Both worked from their homes which were in blocks of flats. It involved quite a few text messages before I could locate them. I felt a bit vulnerable, fearing I might be robbed going up the stairs. More importantly, I would think that they would be vulnerable too. I don't suppose whoever it is who decided on policing policy for prostitution in Glasgow would have thought of that. A woman on her own in a flat with lots of money would be a target for criminals.

I first saw 'Jessica' in Royston Road. Looked nothing like the photo and she wasn't South American. She wanted £80. I didn't realize at the time that this is the going rate for Glasgow so I said I'd give her £60. She accepted. It worked out well though and I came on top of her. It was a warm humid day and we were both sweaty which I think added to the pleasure.

I also saw Aitana in Tollcross Road. I gave her £80. I was only with her a few minutes when the doorbell went. She stopped what she was doing with me and went to the door. She told the man to come back in 10 minutes. So I didn't get my half hour with her and I didn't come.

On the train yesterday from Glasgow I was meant to change at Wigan North for my train to Liverpool. I asked the ticket collector if I could buy a ticket that would enable me to stay on the train and get off at Manchester Piccadilly instead. I wanted to see a sex worker of two in Manchester. I can tell you all about what I did yesterday in Manchester in my next post. It was very good.

my other trips to Soho this year

In my last post I told you about my third trip to London this year. Nobody has asked me about my two previous trips. In March I made one day trip. First I went to the Chinese place in Wardour Street where the girl someone told me about works. The one who is supposed to be really pretty. Someone at reception said she wouldn't be there until Wednesday.

So I went to the Chinese place near Chinatown that I have been going to for years. I wanted to see the raunchy woman who I had seen before. She looked younger than I had remembered her. I think she would be in her 20s or 30s rather than the 30s or 40s that I had thought before. I told her that I would like to have oral sex without a condom and she agreed.

Then I went to Romilly Street and noticed that Sasha was there. Sasha is quite tall so I thought it would be good to be on top of her again. There was a large mirror on the wall and when I was on her I pointed it out. She smiled and then pointed up towards the ceiling. There was a mirror up there too. I hadn't noticed it before. I thought she seems to like watching men on top of her.

I went to Greens Court and saw that Yaya was there. I have seen Yaya in Soho before, and once had half an hour with her in a brothel in Croydon. Yaya is an older Thai woman who can be quite raunchy. After Yaya I went to see Lily in Greek Street. Lily remembers me because I have seen her lots of times. She gives her regulars special treatment.

My next trip in April was better. I went again to Wardour Street. It was a Tuesday. I was told the same thing, that she wouldn't be there until the next day. You would think I would have worked out that she doesn't work Mondays or Tuesdays. I went to Greens Court and saw that Poppy was working there. Poppy is one of my favourites so I went up. She remembered me, and asked how I'm getting on in Liverpool. It always amazes me that they can remember any of their clients: they must see so many of them. It had been six months or so since I had last seen her.

I tried to explain to her that I was moving out of Liverpool because I had found somewhere more rural and near the sea. Somewhere still in Merseyside though. I was sick of living in the Inner City with all the weirdos. I wasn't sure if it was going to happen so I didn't want to say too much about it. It has worked out though.

After seeing Poppy I thought I would try to see Eva in Berwick Street. She was there and seemed just as raunchy as ever. I think she is a nymphomaniac. She wanted me to stick my fingers into her. I did that and she said she wanted them deeper.

Lily was at Greek Street but I noticed Amy was too. I decided to chance going to see her. I saw Amy a few times years ago but then she refused to see me. Every time I tried to see her she turned me away. She had confused me with another man who was a time-waster. She had been absent from Soho for a long time, working in Luton. When she came back I tried again but was turned away.

So it was a surprise that she let me in. For some reason I suspected that Amy had grown fatter and embittered over the years, but in fact she looks lovely. She's a plump girl but she looks healthy and has quite a pretty face and bright eyes. She seems to be someone who enjoys life. People who say that prostitutes have dead eyes don't know what they are talking about. That is not my experience.

Amy is renowned for her oral skills but I thought it would be nice to be on top of her. I kept going until I had a powerful orgasm. I laughed and then she laughed. It was my only orgasm that day and I hadn't had one on my previous trip. I am now working out what sort of women are best for me. The ones who are beauties for some reason don't get me aroused enough. That doesn't mean that I won't see them again. The really raunchy ones are a lot of fun but that doesn't do it for me either. The women who work best for me are the ordinary women like Amy.

On my second trip I saw a beauty (Poppy), a really raunchy one (Eva), and a nice girl (Amy). Each offered something different and I had an orgasm with Amy. I spent £22 on each of them so it's not a lot of money when you think about it. Just recently I found a brothel in Rock Ferry near Liverpool. I got lucky because the woman I saw was just right for me. She was a plump Thai woman called Jenny. She had quite a pretty face but wasn't a beauty. We didn't do anything raunchy, I just got on top of her and shagged away till I came. She didn't get into it but didn't mind what I was doing to her. She seemed quite a nice person.

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more about Manchester's brothels

On Wednesday last week I returned to Manchester and saw Dana again. I declined to pay the extra £5 and was given the same room that I had had before. Dana was even more delightful than she had been before. I didn't have an orgasm with her though, so I thought I would try another one.

I went to the Piccadilly Club in Great Ancoats Street. This was a completely different experience from Cosmopolitan. I went up the stairs and there were four women standing in line. They were all wearing lingerie and at least one of them was naked from the waist up. I wasn't expecting this so it was quite a surprise. An older woman from behind a grille asked me who I would like to choose, giving me their names from left to right.

I chose Camille. She wasn't the youngest or prettiest, but there was something about her that I liked. I asked how much it costs and was told £35 for half an hour. Camille took me up the stairs to a small room. She looks like a perky housewife and I was surprised when she said she's from Brazil. There's a massage table and an ultraviolet lamp that made some items of clothing glow.

Camille knew how to talk really dirty. When I was wanking myself she asked if I wanted her to spit on my cock. That's a new one on me. I found it very exciting but even then I didn't manage to come.

£35 doesn't sound a lot of money to me and I wanted to find out if brothels in Liverpool are that cheap. I phoned the first one in the local newspaper and went there. I realised that it's a place I have been to before. Somewhere I had found out about on the internet. They have a nice web site. I didn't have sex there though because it was a bit pricey.

When the receptionist at 21 Temple Street reminded me of the price I was about to leave but she asked me how much money I had. I only had £40 on me but she said I could have a taster for that if I wanted. I was introduced to an attractive young woman called Sky who took me into a room. She massaged my back and when I turned over she was naked apart from her bikini bottoms. She had oil on her breasts.

She started wanking me. I said she reminded me of someone, a celebrity, but I couldn't think who. She said she gets compared to Britney Spears. I said she looked like a teenager, and she replied that she looks different when she's got her makeup on. It was much later, as I was walking down the street, that I realised she looks like Helen Skelton, the Blue Peter presenter.

An escort from Minxx Escorts told me last year that they have a brothel in London Road in Liverpool. So a few days ago I phoned them and asked them about it. I was told that what they do is tell you who is there, there might be three women there, then you look at their web site to see which one you fancy. There are photos of the women but the faces are obscured. You tell them which one you want, then you wait in the Costa in London Road and she comes to meet you there and takes you to the place. It costs £80 for half an hour so I decided not to do that.

Yesterday I went back to Manchester for the third time. I decided not to see Dana again because although she's beautiful she doesn't excite me enough. I decided to go to the Piccadilly Club again. There were the four women standing there as before. Camille was there but I chose another one called Priscilla. I asked the price for one hour, but ended up paying £40 for 40 minutes.

Priscilla is very attractive. Another Brazilian but blonde. I paid an extra £10 for oral sex without a condom. She was wonderful, very playful, smiling a lot. I tried shagging her as I had done with Camille, but we ended up with me wanking myself with my right hand with two fingers of my left hand in her pussy. I managed to come this time.

Although I had come, I decided to visit another brothel. I chose the next one on the list in the local newspaper. Passions, also in Great Ancoats Street. This was more the sort of brothel I was used to. Two women available. A young European and an older oriental woman. I chose Alex, who says she's Spanish. She's not especially sexy. She looks like a schoolgirl or a waitress. I paid £35 for half an hour.

For some reason, in the room it really worked for me. She's tall and I started shagging her. I managed to keep my erection so I kept going till I came. For the second time in a day. So last week I hadn't managed to come at all. But this week I came twice. For less than £100. Even if you take into account the train ticket from Liverpool to Manchester.

exploring Manchester's sex establishments

Most people will never go to a brothel, but most people would love to know what it is like. They're not all the same, last week I went to one that was different to the ones I've been to before. I took a trip to Manchester and went to Euro Cosmopolitan in Portland Street.

Up the stairs is reception and a waiting room. There are leather armchairs and couches which gives the place a genteel atmosphere. There's a large television showing rap musicians. On the table are magazines and nibbles. I was asked if I wanted a drink.

Neither of the two women I had asked to see were there that day. So I agreed to see the woman described as Arabic when she became available. There was a man waiting there and another man arrived and sat down. This is unusual because punters don't usually see each other. Another man had been sitting near reception and talking to the receptionist. I thought maybe he is security or the owner.

The first girl to come into the room was a skinny angry-looking blonde. The first man went off with her. The next one was a tall dark-haired girl who seemed nice. Then my one came in. She was tall, dark-haired and very pretty. I thought she looked a bit like Kelly Brook and Eva Mendes but young. I was ready to go off with her but she and the receptionist laughed saying I had to pay before I could go with her. That's not the usual system, to pay at reception when you see the girl, usually you pay in the room.

I could have paid £40 for the half hour but she said if I paid £5 extra I could have a better room. So I did. In the room Dana asked me if I wanted a shower. She stripped off apart from her stockings. She was happy to do all kinds of things to satisfy me.

I didn't manage to have an orgasm with her though so I thought about exploring a cluster of different establishments just up the road, all different. There's a Chinese medical establishment that offers massage along with herbs and acupuncture, Shanghai Clinic. Just next door is Sabaai Sabaai which is a Thai massage place. There's also Tropical Palms which is a brothel.

I wanted to try Shanghai Clinic because it reminded me of the large number of similar places in London, especially in Chinatown and Soho. You can get a basic sexual service, they will masturbate you to orgasm, and occasionally other services will be on offer. I don't know of any in Liverpool, but new ones are opening in London. The inside of Shanghai Clinic is very clean and tidy and when I had paid my money I was told to go up the stairs. I was offered a hand job by an older Thai woman who told me she didn't do anything else apart from that.

I went down the stairs to Sabaai Sabaai. They have little booths there curtained off. A Thai woman let me finger her pussy for some extra money and I was able to come, wanking myself with a finger in her pussy.

Although I had had my orgasm, I still wanted to see what the brothel was like. So I went round the back and up the stairs. There was a tarty blonde in lingerie lying down on some seats who smiled at me. When the receptionist came along I asked her about prices then left. It's £40 for half an hour, which seems really cheap. Usually I would expect to pay £60. There's something different about Manchester from Liverpool, apparently the police take a different attitude to it.

Yesterday I went back to see Dana. She only works Wednesdays. I also went to the Piccadilly Club, another brothel, which was very different. I can tell you about that next time.

as good as it gets

On Wednesday I spent half an hour with a beautiful young woman. She looks halfway between Kelly Brook and Eva Mendes. she is tall and slender and good fun to be with. It only cost me £40. I'm going back to see her next Wednesday. She only works Wednesdays.

In the news today Students turn to sex work to make ends meet at university, study finds Research shows one in 20 students has worked in sex industry to fund lifestyles, just get by or reduce debts. Maybe I got one of those. I can tell you more about her and what else I got up to in Portland Street in Manchester in my next post.

street girls in Liverpool and Croydon

When I was a visitor to Liverpool I looked for street girls and couldn't find any. Now I live here it seems that I have found one or two without even looking. Soon after I moved into my new flat a young woman asked me for money in the street where I live. I didn't give her any money and I didn't want to talk to her. A few days ago an older woman asked me for money.

I saw her talking to a man and guessed that she was begging. Then she walked towards me and called 'Charlie!'. I continued walking away from her. She called 'Charlie!' again. I turned round and said 'My name's not Charlie'. She said that she needed some money because something traumatic had happened to her and she needed to make a phone call. She did look quite distressed so I decided to give her a pound.

She asked me if I came from London and I said I did. She said what part of London and I said Croydon. She said that she used to live in Croydon, in Pawsons Road. There is a Pawsons Road in Croydon and it's not a well known road so I thought she must be telling the truth. I asked her if she knew any of the street girls that I had known in Croydon.

I asked her if she had known Trina Schofield. Trina is someone I met a few years ago. I had met lots of street girls when I went to Tooting Bec Common more than ten years ago. I have talked about many of them in my early posts on this blog. Trina wasn't one of those though.

In 2008 there was a group on the internet that discussed street girls. Trina's name was mentioned. I could see she lived not far from me. Steve said she was "the best deep throat I've ever had". Someone called pervez aktar said "best blowjob in the world" and "she gives the best head in the world". However, she could be very unreliable. Steve said "Don't try to work out what's going on. You need white brown and meth and it will make perfect sense".

I got her phone number, phoned her and went to her flat. I saw Trina three times in all. The second time it worked out quite well but she was too unpredictable. The last time I saw her she went off with my money. Years after that I saw a newspaper article about her. The headline was 'Vulnerable Croydon woman died after taking heroin with friends'. Apparently Trina had injected a mentally ill woman with heroin who then died.

A few years ago I met a woman I will call Amy. I liked her (unlike Trina) so I won't say her real name. The first time I saw Amy she was begging outside McDonald's in the North End Croydon. She said she needed money to get somewhere to sleep for the night. The second time I saw her was in Beulah Road. I spoke to her briefly and I asked her if she knew Trina. She said she did. I saw her a few more times, once at a bus stop.

In 2012 a woman who I had known from Tooting Bec Common contacted me by email. She had found out that I had mentioned her on my blog. I will call her Bernie. We corresponded by email and I learned a lot from her about the Common and the women who went there. You might ask how does a street girl keep in touch with someone by email. She mostly used a BlackBerry. Bernie knew Trina very well, she told me they often worked together.

Anne Marie/Anna/'Mummy'

Bernie sent me two accounts of her life. One of them was a day in the life of a street girl. I put both of them on my blog - she wanted me to - but she asked me to remove them after friends started asking if she had written them. She said that she had known someone who she called 'Mummy'. I thought she was referring to a black woman called Jodie but it was someone else.

Mummy died of an overdose. I got this photo of Mummy from the internet group. Someone had taken photos of her and other prostitutes working in the Kings Cross area of London. I put some of these photos on my blog and Bernie recognized her. I think Mummy had worked on the Common but I never met her.

One of the last emails I got from Bernie was worrying. She said that her best friend Stacey had died. She said that she was worried about being evicted because she was in arrears with her rent. She had been out to try and earn some money but had not made anything. Bernie didn't reply to my next email to her.

Weeks later I was going into Croydon on the bus and I saw Amy walking along. I got off the bus and rushed along North End trying to find her. I thought I had lost her but then I saw her. I went up to her and said that I had spoken to her before. I said that she had told me she knows Trina, does she know Bernie too? I wanted to know what had happened to Bernie.

Amy took me into McDonald's. I offered to buy her a coffee but she said she would prefer it if I just gave her the money. She told me that she and Bernie were good friends. Bernie had had a stroke and was now in hospital. She said that Bernie was being looked after by her father.

It's quite common for crack addicts to get strokes. I did get one more email from Bernie, a long time later. She said she's in a hospital in a particular area of London and she's getting better. Someone said there's a well known hospital in that area for brain injuries.

I had met Trina, Amy and Bernie under different circumstances so it surprised me that they all knew each other. But then I suppose it's not really surprising that drug addicts would all know each other. More recently last year in Croydon I met a black girl called Angel who knew Trina well.

The woman I spoke to just a few days ago said she hadn't known Trina, or any of the other street girls I named. That wouldn't be surprising if she left Croydon quite a few years ago.

She asked me if I'm a bachelor. I said yes. She asked me if I liked a drink. I said yes. She asked me if I would like her to come to my flat sometime and we can have a drink together. I said that I'm not sure about that because I'm a bit wary of people living in this area. She had also asked me what my name is and where I live but I told her I would prefer not to say. I can only assume she makes money from prostitution. I'm not sure, the only way I could find out would be to invite her in, but I'm not going to do that.

She saw someone on the other side of the road and said she had to go and talk to him. As she went off she said 'What's your name again?' and I replied 'Peter'. That's not my name. I have decided that I don't want her to come to my flat. I don't want to have anything to do with these people. It's not worth the risk. It might lead to people tapping on my windows in the early hours of the morning or maybe even a burglary. They're not all bad people though. Amy and Bernie were nice, and I feel sorry for Trina more than dislike her.