How are we ever going to train our ears to not get lushed out by the sound of a smoke- honed voice? Like red-painted lips that make the heart race, the voice ravaged by relentless smoking somehow maintains its allure even though we know that it ultimately harms the practioner.
Postscript: there are people keeping track of smokers. I don’t know whether this is creepy or brave.
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I’m going with creepy on this
I’m going with creepy on this one … (shudder) … we’ll file it under “Waaaaaaay too much time”
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