I got a whiff of something really foul. Like seriously disgusting. And it lasted a long time. And I had to think to myself. "Where am I?" In Mexico, in a city, something that foul means that you are approaching water. Water generally means sewer-ish.
But no, I was very much in Renton and it was simply something wafting from some odd road construction. Material for a great flashback though.
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