Clouds of vermin swarm the city soon after the great mince spill of 1923
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It doesn’t take long for the city to turn into a puss-covered hellhole.
Vern Rotgut stopped dead in his tracks. Goo started to seep into his shoes, and the cloud of insects that had been trailing him now swarmed his head. To avoid swallowing the bugs he kept his mouth clamped shut, all the while vigorously blowing air out his nose in order to get rid of one that had crawled in.
This really is one of the most exciting weeks ever, he thought.
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Amongs other things, the mince spill has brought a new profession: The Drainer
The Drainer is unfazed by bulbs of blue ectoplasm secreted by the ooze. Insects laying eggs in the crevices of his face are just one of many detrimental ramifications that come with this gruesome profession.
Photographs by Ed. van Wijk