THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON CIGARETTE INDULGENCE

The Smokehouse of Iron Cigarette Indulgence

They pulled the old rig out to the curb. A of Reds were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the smell of diesel and cheap cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a cloudof smoke. He sat back on his pickup, watching the highway go by. barking at a squirrel cruised by Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prepare to e

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