I have never before in my life lived in a place where, when running, I get hit with a smell that makes me vomit in mid-stride.
I couldn't tell you what it was if you paid me. It was like a mix of hobo shit, skunk spray, and diesel fumes.
I'll take a freshly fertilized rice paddy in Korea any day; at least there it's just shit.
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