Smoke, smoke.
Well, it finally happened. Walking down the street this morning, on my way to work, I encountered a dealer surreptitiously hawking…cigarettes (
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dude, come up to harlem. there’s a blackmarket for shit that doesn’t even exist.
upon exiting the subway at 125th and lenox anytime except the dead of night you are guaranteed to be greeted by multiple guys with backpacks full of newports.
‘newpawts, newpawts, fo dollas. fo dollas. newpawts.’
I was going to say the same thing! Ever taken a walk in Central Harlem? It’s an everyday occurance. 5 bucks a pack.
black market smoke dealers usually frequent bars in college saturated areas.