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Tobacco giant Philip Morris is doing its best to get its hands on research about teen smoking, and encouraging some UK academics to violate ethical standards along the way.
Cigarette manufacturer, Philip Morris is the 5th most unethical company due to its marketing strategies.
Philip Morris International has tried to force the University of Stirling to hand over secret data into teenage smoking and cigarette packaging gathered over more than a decade.
The manufacturers behind the popular Marlboro brand have used Freedom of Information laws to attempt to gain access to about 6000 confidential interviews undertaken with teenagers as young as 13, which discuss their views on smoking and tobacco….
But there’s a second wrong, here, and that lies in the attempt to get the researchers in question to violate their obligations to the research subjects — the children and their parents — who participated in the research in question.
The researchers are rightly fighting the request.
So Philip Morris is asking these researchers to break their promise and to breach the trust placed in them by research subjects. The company is attempting to get the researchers to violate their duty. This puts the company’s behaviour into the same moral category as suborning perjury or intentionally putting another party into a conflict of interest. It’s a bad thing when a company violates its own duties; but it is especially corrosive to work so hard at encouraging other people to violate theirs.
On top of this unethical marketing, the company issued a report in the Czech Republic saying that premature smokers deaths have ‘positive effects’ because they save governments money.
The government’s intervention forced the tobacco companies to try out new techniques and strategies to sell their products.

Hello. Well I have this secret crush who’s in his 40’s, maybe late 50’s and I want to get his attention and out of the friend zone. We first met at the bus stop, and my baby girl was with me. He just walked up and started smoking a cigarette and me always being the conversation starter, I started talking to him first. He’s very nice, laid back husband material, helps me with my bags, and even saids hi when he sees me afar off. We always seem to see eachother by or in the bus, and in the market he works at. I’m 25 and he’s never seen me dressed up like a lady before. He’s mostly seen me in sweats and hoodies, but he was still so nice. My question is, how do I get his attention and get out of the friend zone? I have a 40DD bust and I don’t want to wear something that will give off the wrong signal, and I don’t want anything that will make me look fat. What can I wear that saids I’m not a slut but I’m not a virgin either? Thanks.

I have done my research on a lot of e-cigarette brands. Some starter kits are expensive, while other e cigs cost under 60 dollars for the full package.
What electronic cigarette brand do you smoke, why did you choose the brand you smoke, and please include any issues you have had. (ex. I read a cheap e cigarette battery blew up in someone’s mouth while they were smoking it)
NOTE: do not spam my question with web addresses, promos, affiliate ids disguised as coupon codes. All spam will be reported, this is a real request for information not place to spam.

– Pro.
When I tell you, you will need to remember. It makes things easier for us that way. Now, it’s me and she and I and her and him and he and they and us. That’s it. That’s the story. At its simplest and most distilled state; packed and compressed. I’ve waved my hand in the clouded room; pushed away the smoke and steam, and have given you the one clear glimpse that you need. There it is, can’t you see it? The conclusion and the coup de grace, the finale and the resolution; sitting and waiting just right here for you. It’s me and she and I and her and him and he and they and us. So now that we’ve begun with the ending, let’s end with the beginning.
Feel it and let the hairs prickle up against the skin.
– 1
Feel it and let the hairs prickle up against the skin. It’s that cold: that chill that comes with a late autumn. With the sweeping and uneven winds that rattle at the trees and grab hold of the branches and leaves. It’s that molded smell, that composted earth and soiled air; the one that crackles and fizzles, sinks, and weighs down the tongue. Taste it. The untouched ground of a thousand years, the unchanging and melancholy of fields and valleys in rural New York; intruded on, defecated by, Hidden Hills. By the white walled, white speckled, white cuttings of its buildings, grounds, and people. This is the hospital. This is the prison. This is the Hell, that houses patient #91912844.
And the gilded light of an early morning contrasted the stark bite of the air. The resonance of snapping leaves; the wisps and curtails of cigarette smoke; the mild, almost hushed, chattering of teeth all did well to fit this morning niche. Her name was Dianus Romme. Her pace was slow and simple: dedicated but not purposeful.
These were her rounds; her routine. These were her grounds; her path. And her fingers trembled as she brought the cigarette to her mouth. With forced deliberation, she inhaled and masked her face with sheets of smoke. Beyond her, through a mesh of crossed wire, was the open and waving grass; the unrestricted and uncontained world. Delicately, she laced her fingers over the links; and pressed her palms to the fence. Her head rested against the post and she felt the soothing touch of metal. Her sighs fogged the air and, in a moment of weakness, closed her eyes and remembered.

– Pro.
When I tell you, you will need to remember. It makes things easier for us that way. Now, it’s me and she and I and her and him and he and they and us. That’s it. That’s the story. At its simplest and most distilled state; packed and compressed. I’ve waved my hand in the clouded room; pushed away the smoke and steam, and have given you the one clear glimpse that you need. There it is, can’t you see it? The conclusion and the coup de grace, the finale and the resolution; sitting and waiting just right here for you. It’s me and she and I and her and him and he and they and us. So now that we’ve begun with the ending, let’s end with the beginning.
Feel it and let the hairs prickle up against the skin.
– 1
Feel it and let the hairs prickle up against the skin. It’s that cold: that chill that comes with a late autumn. With the sweeping and uneven winds that rattle at the trees and grab hold of the branches and leaves. It’s that molded smell, that composted earth and soiled air; the one that crackles and fizzles, sinks, and weighs down the tongue. Taste it. The untouched ground of a thousand years, the unchanging and melancholy of fields and valleys in rural New York; intruded on, defecated by, Hidden Hills. By the white walled, white speckled, white cuttings of its buildings, grounds, and people. This is the hospital. This is the prison. This is the Hell, that houses patient #91912844.
And the gilded light of an early morning contrasted the stark bite of the air. The resonance of snapping leaves; the wisps and curtails of cigarette smoke; the mild, almost hushed, chattering of teeth all did well to fit this morning niche. Her name was Dianus Romme. Her pace was slow and simple: dedicated but not purposeful.
These were her rounds; her routine. These were her grounds; her path. And her fingers trembled as she brought the cigarette to her mouth. With forced deliberation, she inhaled and masked her face with sheets of smoke. Beyond her, through a mesh of crossed wire, was the open and waving grass; the unrestricted and uncontained world. Delicately, she laced her fingers over the links; and pressed her palms to the fence. Her head rested against the post and she felt the soothing touch of metal. Her sighs fogged the air and, in a moment of weakness, closed her eyes and remembered.

Mine would be Lucas: He escapes from prison and discuses himself as some other guy, wins back denise and murders more people in secret.
Mercy (even though i hate her) : Dot and fatboy would get together. Then she returns relising she loves fatboy and then sees him and dot! Priceless!! Also i would love to see more mrs allybummy
Rob: He might not be dead we did not see him nor did whitney! He discuses himself and sells cigarettes on the black market! Whitney goes to him and he says: “whitney do you want a cigarette” in his funny accent! LOOOOOL
Stella: Ben is lying in his bed and then stella just walks in with a spoon HAHAHA
Mad may: She steals tommy and kat and alfie think ronnie has struck again! LOL