I work in a whore house

At least it smells like I work in a whore house. The new woman in the cube across from me must take a bath in terrible smelling perfume everyday. I think she's killed her sense of smell over the years from two much perfume. This should be a medical term. Something like "Perfumectomy" -- killing the sense of smell due to perfume overexposure.

It's not even nice perfume. It's horrible cheap nasty perfume. EHHHH I hate work.

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