The Smokehouse of Iron Break Time

He pulled that tank out to the curb. One of Chesterfields were waiting. The air was thick with the aroma of diesel and stale cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a clouda plume. He leaned back on his pickup, watching the world go by. A dog passed him up Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare to enter the octagon wit

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