How many packs of cigarettes do you smoke a day?

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A pack a day since I was 15... while playing sports, running, biking, ect. Shits gay as fuck but I love tobacco. Problem is they put so much trash in there. Natural native tobacco is awesome but can't find the bags of it in Mexico.

Used to buy bags of Bugler when I lived in the USA. Spliffs are my favorite, half my homegrown dank weed mixed with natural no chem tobacco.

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A pack a day since I was 15... while playing sports, running, biking, ect. Shits gay as fuck but I love tobacco. Problem is they put so much trash in there. Natural native tobacco is awesome but can't find the bags of it in Mexico.

Used to buy bags of Bugler when I lived in the USA. Spliffs are my favorite, half my homegrown dank weed mixed with natural no chem tobacco.

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We think we understand, until we don’t. Life slaps us in the face over and over until we figure it out. Whats the point of it all? We’re still trying to figure that out…. pretending to know, the sphere of knowledge seems to dim. Society chanting for you to become what they want you to be, nothing but self doubt as you learn how to swim.

Just a few minutes of perspective can change your route, wondering where it all went wrong. Staring into the mirror, you start to question who you really are. The life of a peasant, interpreting the sky.. we all ponder the same questions, chasing some sort of regurgitated clout. Thinking we’ve got it figured out, until we don’t.

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