12 Lister Ave.

With a thin body, dark brown complexion, and dark eyes, Heyman is wrapping sun-dried browned tobacco leaves with nearly ten kinds of herbs and spices specializing in the southern continent, and finally cutting them into long strips.

Subsequently.

He lit it with a match and watched as the hair on the front apex curled a little, brightened and turned red.

This is 'East Balam Smoke'.

It has an indescribably strange taste.

Heyman never tires of it.

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