Knocking shop boss opens 1st football brothel
BROTHEL boss Dennis Hof is celebrating Yank football team Oakland Raiders’ move to Las Vegas by opening a themed sex boutique.
Hof ( above), who runs several bordellos in Nevada, including the famous Bunny Ranch, said he plans to open a Raiders- themed knocking shop to coincide with the launch of the team’s new $ 1.9 billion stadium in 2020.
He said: “My seventh sex palace will be called the ‘ Pirate’s Booty Sports Brothel,’ and it will be the first one entirely dedicated to athletes and their diehard fans.”
Last week, NFL owners voted 31- 1 in favour of the Raiders’ relocation from Oakland to Sin City, which will take place prior to the 2020 season.
Hof added: “The VIP section will be exclusively available to Raiders players and other high- profile athletes, and staffed with more than 20 cheerleader- garbed working girls called either ‘ Wide Receivers’ or ‘ Hookerettes’.” – Stewart Francis CHILLING: Hunter flogs drug from his van WITH the arrival of spring, the suburbs of Britain echo once more with the gentle chimes of ice cream vans.
The cheery strains bring joy to the hearts of youngsters and provoke nostalgic smiles on the faces of parents and grandparents.
Cornets, strawberry mivvis, wafers and screwballs – the taste of summer available from a thousand diesel fume- belching vans.
But while Roland Hunter supplies all the usual fare from his smart van as he cruises the coastal towns of East Anglia, he also deals in less innocent commodities – for the 44- year- old dad- of- six flogs horror zombie death drug SPICE from his van.
Hunter, who drives a posh German BMW, is known to “flash his cash” around Lowestoft, often loitering around the fishing harbour to buy up the cream of the day’s catch.
Acting on a tip- off, we approached CREAMED: Punter high on Spice can barely walk Hunter’s van, which was parked near a youth centre, and asked for “a double cornet with double crushed nuts and a drizzle of monkey’s blood”.
This exact form of words, we had been informed, was code for: “I want a packet of Spice”.
As expected, Hunter winked: “Double cornet with double crushed nuts and a drizzle of monkey’s blood? Coming right up!” and with that handed us a three- gram packet of the death drug in exchange for £ 20.
Three grams is enough to make up to 36 so- called “joints” which are smoked like cannabis.
Spice has been linked to thousands of killings worldwide and turned some people in Manchester into zombies.
We have passed our dossier on Hunter’s evil sideline to the relevant ice cream authorities.