Inner North [REDACTED] Wars. 

In yet another blow to Wayne’s favourite past time, [REDACTED]. 
Once a former pack a day [REDACTED], he has now turned a new leaf and has been [REDACTED] for the last couple of months. 
Beyond seeing the benefits to no longer being a pack a day [REDACTED] to his hip pocket, he has now become accustomed to also not reeking of [REDACTED], his teeth have also become less yellow, he has been less short of breath and his guts no longer rumble and bubble like they once did. 
Alas. His favourite supplier of the [REDACTED] he now buys from his local [REDACTED] has fallen prey to the Inner North [REDACTED] wars. 
Though Wayne is not aware of the actual specificity as to why his local [REDACTED] was targeted. 
Word on the street seems to be that a syndicate of [REDACTED] [REDACTED] suppliers are seeking to monopolise the market within Melbourne. 
All who oppose are soon finding their shops up in [REDACTED]. 

Passing conversations with close associates [REDACTED] the Greek and [REDACTED] the Miser, has hinted that they may have a finger on the pulse more so than Wayne himself. 
Wayne has decided not to pry too much into business that doesn’t really concern him. 
Wayne seems to be more concerned about now needing to find a new [REDACTED] that sells his favourite [REDACTED] and flavour of Blueberry Razz and pray that the next shop he starts to frequent does not meet the same demise. 

Although Wayne now feels physically overall more healthy for kicking the [REDACTED] with [REDACTED] he now faces a heavy [REDACTED] addiction and can’t last even a couple hours without honking on his digital [REDACTED]. 
If only there was some way for such products like [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] to be cheaper than what they currently are? 
It is one very expensive vice that Wayne chooses to keep on having.