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When I was broke I'd often scavenge partially smoked cigs from communal ashtrays outside apartment complexes. Some guy must've noticed what I was doing because soon there'd always be a few half-smoked Camels left for me. After awhile I discovered he's an unhygienic weaboo which was a real wake-up call that I'd been living off this cretin's charity, so I began fine-tuning my sports betting strategies by deploying gnostic candlegazing & Crowley's sex magick techniques. Now I smoke a pack of American Spirits a day & always leave a few half-smoked to place as an offering under an old pine tree to remain in good favor with the fae & archangels who in turn ensure that my Fanduel parlays hit