Good evening, and welcome to Nighty Night with Robbie

a Childry, bedtime stories to keep you awake.

I'm DJ Lubel, the shows producer.

Tonight's tale is about a woman who was born with what many would consider, a gift.

She has an incredible sense of smell, but as you quickly learn, what might be one woman's

treasure is another woman's putrid, rotting, trash.

Please enjoy, rot.

Please stop looking at me like that, I'm not crazy.

You know how hard I've worked my entire life to stay sane, it takes a lot with my condition.

I've had to learn to manage by filling my house with candles and popery, air fresheners

and a linen sprays and incense and sweetly scented dryer sheets and drawers.

When people get close to me, they're like, oh, you smell so good.

And I know I do, and I should, I mean, I better.

I roll my eyes when people ask me what perfume I use, as if just a perfume would do.

I mean, it takes layers, scented bathwash and perfumed lotion and talcum powder, deodorant,

body mist and odour toilet and at least two different odour per phones, mixed and placed

at different points of my body, on my wrists, on the inside of my elbows, behind my air

lobes, and even on the little bony protrusions of my clavicles.

I massage my head with scented oils, I even wash with perfume shampoo and when it's just

slightly damp, I spray it with a light little mist.

I mean, it just, it takes so much to cover up the rot.

I know I've been dealing with this since middle school and I wasn't even aware of it until

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