Seamy smells

I’ve been volunteering at the EFF for about two days now, and I don’t
know if I’ve gotten over the seamy smells in the surrounding
neighborhood. There’s the stale stench of urine on every other block,
the overwhelming odor from the fish and meat markets, and the
nose-wrinkling stink of uncollected garbage. It’s gotten so that I
found myself rushing along the street to get to the office this
morning. I’m not sure if this means my nose is sensitive, or that I’m a
city snob. I’m hoping for the former.

I’m sure that in time my nose will get used to it, and I’ll put it all as a quaint quirk of a rather colorful neighborhood.

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