If You Start Seeing These Vending Machines In Your Neighborhood, It’s Time To Pack Up And Move

On Long Island, New York, not too far east from Brooklyn and Queens, criminals are installing horrible vending machines that promise the destroy the local communities. These vending machines, which sell crack pipes, are placed illegally in public. Police have confirmed that the machines were originally designed to sell tampons but were refurbished to distribute crack pipes to the public, everyone from dr*g adicts to curious chiIdren.

Thankfully, police have removed three crack pipe vending machines from Long Island and saved the people from easy access to the dangerous dr*g.

Their police department is hard at work battle dr*g-related problems, but they don’t seem to ever make as much of an impact as they’d like. It is frustrating. As they fix one problem, criminaIs think of something new, like these refurbished tampon dispensers outfitted to sell crack pipes.

The vending machines, which sell “Sketch Pens,” are an outrage to the public. The criminaIs are charging two dollars per ceramic tube.

Police do not know who installed the vending machines. Or an unsavory entrepreneur could have spotted a gap in the market and installed them on street corners illegally without proper permits.

The vending machines pop out a ceramic “pen” that includes a filter and makes it easy for users.

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Sources: Awm

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