I live in northeastern Indiana. For the first 3 years of my life I lived in an unincorporated community that used to be an oil field. The house was built in 1907, and in the 1920s it was the town "bordello". It had walk in closets, so that if there was a raid, they could hide in the closet. AND...
White Owl grape cigarillo at work, and a clay pipe full of a captain black, price albert mix when I got home.
Please do not tar and feather me for smoking this rubbish, but there are NO good tobacco stores in my town!
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