Ybor city is the Cigar city haunted by the aroma of an age old tobacconist
I bought some cigars and lit it
In such a manner I felt the genius of Sigmund Frued
In the Rhythm of Hispanic music I took a puff
The taste of tobacco is pure aesthetic overly rich with danger and excitement
Such exquisite pleasure awakes the unconscious repressed speech
I once heard in an orchestra from the composer Andre Rieu saying that Tampa is the center of the Universe
Tonight I feel like I am at the center of the universe
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