You could get rich selling loosies in NYC!
When I was a young E-3 stationed in Italy 50 years ago, we saved up our cigarette ration “punches,” sought out comrades who didn’t smoke and got their “punches,” and headed out to Naples to flog the cigarettes to street thugs and then engage in bacchanalia. ((Punches=cashier “punched” one’s cigarette ration card.))