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It's a rare day now in even Halifax when you can go through any public building and not have to deal with smells of curry, unwashed bodies, armpit stench, or fucking onions for some reason.
What the fuck is up with jeets and onions, anyways? I mean, do they have jeet-parties where all they wear is stale onion fragrance or something?
Because my whole apartment building, which is mostly made of wood and has stood here for 50 years or so, now almost exudes all the smells of India from its pores, and neither it nor I are happy about it, and sometimes I just want to move, but then I remember that all the positions have been cast, and there is no more moving.
The incoming years are going to be interesting, I ween.