okay listen imagine you’re literally standing in the middle of centro ybor right and the air smells like actual history and expensive cedar and like a hundred years of people who actually knew what they were doing with their hands and then there’s you just standing there holding this $2 gas station tube of sadness like why would you do that to yourself honestly it’s giving such major main character energy but in a bad way like you’re trying to be edgy but you ended up looking like you’ve never seen a real leaf in your life and the smell is just pure chemical warfare mixed with disappointment which is crazy because you could literally trip and fall into a shop where some guy named arturo is hand-rolling a masterpiece for like the price of a mid latte and instead you’re out here puffing on what is basically a flavored paper towel roll it’s like going to a vinyl shop and asking for a kidz bop cd or wearing crocs to a funeral it’s just fundamentally wrong on a spiritual level and i can’t even look at you without wanting to call the tobacco police because vicente martinez-ybor did not build an entire city just for you to disrespect the vibes with a grape-flavored stick of nothingness so please for the love of everything indie and pure throw that thing in the trash and go buy a real one before the ghosts of the 1880s come for your soul turn off the autopilot and actually taste the city for once gosh turn the chaos up and the cheap tobacco down please and thank you
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