The Smokehouse of Iron Cigarette Indulgence

This fella pulled himself out to the curb. A of Chesterfields were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the tang of diesel and stale cigarettes. Mike lit up, took a long puff, and let out a clouda plume. He rested back on his pickup, watching the highway go by. walked by A few cars Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prepare to step in

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