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You didn’t plan to get hooked… but the moment you start watching, it’s already too late. Dressed in tight jeans and leather boots, I move slowly in the shadows, lighting cigarette after cigarette. Each inhale pulls you deeper… each exhale builds the craving. The rhythm is slow. Controlled. Addictive. You follow every movement… every breath… every cigarette. And before you realize it… you need more. This isn’t just smoking. It’s an addiction you watch… and feel. Cigarette after cigarette… until you’re completely hooked.