Smokey Tone - Snaps Classic Feature

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Swipe left for some insight into #Classic from Las Vegas legend himself Smokey Tone (@thesmokeytone) ✨
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Tone brings up a good point in stating that if something is truly Classic, it will remain fresh and new with every generation, with an impression which stays untouchable, timeless! ...and we couldn't agree more! Which is precisely why the Snaps Team chose him to feature for this very theme!
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There is very little this renaissance man Smokey Tone can't do. You may have caught him on keys jamming or performing one of his renowned covers, or perhaps you were lucky enough to catch one of his wisdom-rich sets of unhilted word mastery! Either way, this man is huge part of the very foundation this art scene has been built upon!
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When he's not too busy managing venues and happenings in the Boulevard Mall, or charming people with his boyish smile and baby blues, he is forever honing his craft and supporting his friends around town with all sorts of artistic ventures!
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We are excited that Tone has squeezed us into his busy schedule to share a little bit of that timeless wisdom and drop bars of knowledge into our very own vernacular! 📚
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Come bless yourself with the word mastery of Smokey Tone this Saturday inside Warhol's Loft at 7pm!! 👌🏼✨

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