The ferry smells of diesel and salt, and the old man beside me is asleep before we clear the harbor. His fishing boots l...
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The ferry smells of diesel and salt, and the old man beside me is asleep before we clear the harbor. His fishing boots l...
The metro station at rush hour smells like burnt coffee and synthetic lavender—some maintenance crew's misguided attempt...
I spent the morning navigating a district I thought I knew—turns out I only knew the shortcuts. The moment I slowed down...
