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Wednesday, March 5, 2008
The calamari caravan
Following a very toxic smell, my nose lead me to a caravan stall. The oil splatters on the glass, as well as the metal basins jammed with greasy calamari and rancid chicken strips filled the air with the thick smell of fish oil and grime.
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