The Smokehouse of Iron Break Time

He pulled that tank out to the curb. A whole pack of Chesterfields were waiting. The air was thick with the tang of diesel and stale cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long drag, and let out a clouda plume. He sat back on his pickup, watching the highway go by. walked by A few cars Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prepare to climb aboard t

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