A haphazard mosaic of mismatched cretins peppered the seedy underbelly of the unkempt city. As I ventured forward, the foul stench of urine and booze engulfed me, a lifetime of accumulated odours that strained my breathing. The man I sought is amongst this rabble, though I may not survive the search.
(Prompt words: Mosaic, lifetime)
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