The Smokehouse of Iron Cigarette Indulgence

He pulled himself out to the curb. A of Reds were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the tang of diesel and cheap cigarettes. Mike lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a cloudthat serpent's breath. He rested back on his pickup, watching the world go by. walked by cruised by Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prepare to climb aboar

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