Dirty Pretty Things

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Dirty Pretty Things                                     

Entering the bedroom, the first thing I smelt was the stench of stale sweat, alcohol and cigarette smoke. Trying to ignore the foul stink, I tried to tidy up the room up a little bit before making my way into the bathroom. I couldn’t believe how messy one woman could be.

Walking into the bathroom, the first thing I saw was the over-flowing toilet and water covering the floor. I couldn’t help feeling frustrated as I took off my jacket and went back to the smelly bedroom and reached for a coat hanger. I knelt down and reached into the loo and began poking about, hoping to shift whatever it was down there. I’m used to dealing with blockages, it’s usually woman flushing nappies or things that they shouldn’t down there, but this was one big blockage. I gave it one last prod – if that didn’t move it then I was going to give up and use a plunger and just push it down. As I stood up, my eyes were drawn to what was beginning to form in the pan…

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Blood was starting to swirl up from the bottom. I knelt back down and poked it again, and crimson bubbles began to come up to the surface. I felt so sick – what was that down there?!? I put down the coat hanger and reached into the bin beside me. I tipped the rubbish out onto the floor and wrapped the bag around my hand. I reached gingerly into the bloodied toilet and felt around for the blockage. What I got hold of was slippery and it felt oddly like meat – but why would anybody attempt to ...

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