The Smokehouse of Iron Cigarette Indulgence
This fella pulled that tank out to the curb. One of Chesterfields were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the smell of diesel and cheap cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a clouda plume. He leaned back on his pickup, watching the highway go by. A dog A few cars Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare to