THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON SMOKE BREAK

They pulled that tank out to the curb. A of Reds were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the aroma of diesel and cheap cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a clouda plume. He sat back on his pickup, watching the highway go by. A dog A few cars Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare to step into the ring with