The odour of the dumpster was enough to seal up your nostrils and request your brain to conjure memories of sweeter perfumes.
With peeling paint and red-brown rust, the dumpster took on rain and sunshine, witnessing each season pass.
The dumpsters were iconic landmarks in their own way, each of them offering a canvas to the graffiti artists.
The dumpster was tucked away in an alley where it offered a daily banquet of free fish to the passing cats.
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