THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON CIGARETTE INDULGENCE

They pulled that tank here out to the curb. One of Reds were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the smell of diesel and burnt cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long puff, and let out a clouda plume. He rested back on his pickup, watching the world go by. walked by passed him up Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare to enter