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If the outside stench was bad, you know inside the clothes would be much worse.., yeuch..., the gawping.., I still remember it with little fondness. It made you... self-aware.

That reminds me of the folk that worked in the mill in my first job. They wore the same work clothes all week for hard labour. Many of them had a bath on a Sunday like kids. Fetid just about covers it!