The Smokehouse of Iron Cigarette Indulgence

They pulled that tank out to the curb. A whole pack of Reds were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the aroma of diesel and cheap cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a clouda plume. He sat back on his pickup, watching the street go by. A dog sped past Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare to enter the octa

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