A semiretired backdrop tool, that has been to the paintbrush hospital way too many times.
76 ... In Hong Kong workers mopped up behind us with the reek of benzene as though we were stinky Americans. There was an amazing lack of unemployed citizens and dirty smells. Early morning in front of the work place we’d notice men on their knees scrubbing the white lines on the street using acetone and a toothbrush.
Describing the aroma inside the elevator left us competing for superlatives. This bouquet of sweaty chrome landed somewhere between spicy incense and unpopular feral swine. ...
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