Allison Zandvoort Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, here’s the scoop—findin’ one’s easy if ya got cash. Streets, bars, sketchy alleys—pick yer poison. Me? I’d rather wrestle a bear than pay for that. Hate the hustle, the fake smiles, the stink of desperation. Reminds me of Saul, draggin’ corpses, mutterin’, “I’ve seen the end.” Little fact—back in ‘80s Vegas, pimps ran ads in phonebooks. Yellow pages, right next to plumbers. World’s gone soft since then—now it’s apps, dark web bullshit. Surprised me, honestly—thought folks’d stick to street corners.

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So, I roll into Zandvoort, right? First thing I see is the beach. The sand looks like gold dust. I’m thinkin’, “Dude, I could build a sandcastle here.” But nah, I’m not here for that. I’m here to chill after a long week of chopping trees.

HIGHLIGHTS: Watch the qualifying action at Zandvoort as Norris charges to pole and Hamilton suffers Q2 exit