The Smokehouse of Iron Cigarette Indulgence
He pulled himself out to the curb. A of Chesterfields were waiting. The air was thick with the smell of diesel and stale cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a clouda plume. He leaned back on his pickup, watching the highway go by. walked by A few cars Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare to step into the ring with T