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Jesus Loves you...Your Cat doesn't. {#Dogset}
Miasma is the perfect word for it. The air itself doesn’t stink it’s made up of the odor. You can’t escape it.
A prolonged scent that just associated with the place and the messed up thing about it, is that it's not like they were untidy or slovenly. However type of smells that stayed in that house were always set on 10 to the point where it became prevalent to an oppressive degree. Like letting a former Hair salon 'breathe' with constant ventilation after a month or so before it's repurposed as something else.
