My name is Peter Stuyvesant. I have two friends named Benson & Hedges. I rode a White Horse from a town called Marlboro to go for a Kent Holiday in the Salem High Country. With a packet of Winston cigarettes in my hand, I entered the House of Dunhill. Just opposite the Consulate Palace and next to Abdullah 37 in the street of Pall Mall. I entered the room 555 and saw a lady lying on a bed covered with a Gold Leaf. She introduced herself as Virginia Slim and asked me if I am a Classic Player. I said to myself, “My God! What a Lucky Strike I’m going to have this great pleasure.”
I pulled out my Rothmans King Size and entered her. She cried out, “Wow, you really ride like a Camel. You’re such a Rough Rider.” I stayed Kool and entered again and again and she said to me, “What a classic touch. I want More.” Then I shot out in Gold Flake and she said that it’s only a Mild Seven.
Good times Kent Style…
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